Sometimes I stare into my own eyes In the mirror for long enough, Hoping for the brown to change into blue; You see once, I read that if you wished for something hard enough , Your positive affirmations along with the energy of universe combines to make it true. Maybe that's the reason why I push myself against the wall, Everytime my mind visit the dark days. My friends think I am ridiculous, Because I count my money, By how many chocolates it can buy; It reminds me of how a rusted knife remembers to cut; Which is to say that a heart which is burned, bruised and numbed Can still remember the taste of innocence. The good, the pure and the white, Does not die; They slowly dulls away with dust of time. A heart that has only be taught The language of hatred, Can be taught how to love. After all, it's what they say, If you wish for something hard enough, The universe can make it come true. After all, When music was shot in the rally of an angry mob, Their limbs turned into weapons, And love sprung out of their wounds. What I mean is maybe if you loved someone hard enough, The universe might make it come true.