Control.
You lost and you cry, you have and you accidentally swap.
You apologize and its too late, you wish but your chances are off.
You’re sad and you tell, you’re happy and you loose control.
You’re loved and you get bored, you’re thirsty so you run wild.
and there is no water. no control. no prediction. no control.
I own and I keep, but the purpose keeps missing.
I love and I’m smiling, but I keep getting swapped.
I’m happy and I’m driven, but the world is closed.
I’m loved and I cherish, but you are dead thirsty.
world is loosing its control. or is it me?
I think its you.
Its us who keeps blaming each other.
