we keep crossing paths
with heads turned down
against an invisible wind,
it must be destiny then
that we should never meet.
with heads turned down
against an invisible wind,
it must be destiny then
that we should never meet.
i keep turning around in the dark
letting the hours turn into decades,
restless, undiluted regrets
i sit on the floor
half in tears,
you must be blind
you must not care.
so many moments where i ponder it all
don't know why you won't let me
let go.
i still believe
in great mistakes.