[TojesDolan]

It's not an experience matter.
It's the way conditions are set and marked.
It's the actions fulfilled to achieve a purpose,
The thoughts you have to predict my move.
All in all, it's searching for a strayed shock.
To expect the uncertain luck.

I can pretend,
Be the witness of your disdain against the weak.
I can pretend,
Become the design of your architectural plan.
I can pretend,
Be a tame beast sitting in your warm lap.

It's the fear of experiencing unsconscious sleep,
That keep me in awe, that keep me from dreaming,
In a land of pixies and fairies,
Where the coldest stars wax along a shimmering
burning moon.
A place where we don't care
For the bruises in our arms,
Or the broken letters we keep in our hands.

I can pretend.
Pretend that our lives can crash again.
Just once again.