The ever so capricious fate has taken me for a spin
Just like riding a bullet
There's no guarantee of winning
Emotions, each time, surpassing comprehension
More than just seeking for your undivided attention
You make me, you break me
Good heavens, it's killing me!
But there's nothing much I can do now
Everything about me is parallel to you somehow
I've pretty much succumbed to this spellbinding occurrence
To feed the appetite of a dark-humored predestined event
In my sleep, an impending nightmare looms
There's a decreasing distance from the inevitable doom
Just like how a day would end, the sun would always drown
And reality soon comes slamming me back to the ground
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