It's not you it's me
I don't want our story to be like everyone else's
I don't want our relationship to be predictable
I want storms I want hurricanes I want to reach the unreachable
Even though we live in modern times I don't want us to be controlled by tools
Imagine us being free from all of that dilemma
Imagine a unique story to tell to our grandchildren
I wish I could write our story, I would let my imagination do the job
My imagination would take us up high
To the point where we lose touch with reality
But you're you, predicatble, a tool, a consumer
And I'm me, different, head in the clouds, dreamy
We can't meet, it's not you it's me
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