When time is poetry, i'd rather be lonely.

I never thought i would impress her
through meaningless conversations.
I never thought i'll be someone charming,
aiming somewhere near the complications.
I never thought, i never ever thought,





that i was right all along.


Through her eyes, i see the implications.
Blind the skies, so that no one sees me try.
Trying to crawl away from the missing blindfold.
Through her cries, i hear my mind.
Brainwash me with logic, so that no one's there when i whine.




She tries so hard sometimes, sometimes.

and i was right all along.