Maybe I Was Right
Last night I was dreaming,
Coz things like you don't usually happens to me
Maybe it's my thoughts that were on the ceiling,
Coz hey that's what generally I do.
In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art.
Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart.
Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all.
I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all.
My expectations skyscrapers while this,
But then it gets a rock bottom next.
Maybe I was right when I thought,
Being bad was then I had no remorse.