fight of faith (♥)

i was wondering, at the bus stop,

about what you were thinking about.

are your thoughts in the same line as mine when our gaze meet?

when does it go too far?

i don't get the whole friends thing now.

does it still count if the feeling's all wrong and different?

can hearts really be healed by faith?

why am I doubting God?

Life's just one pathetic coincidence:

I'll always be a bus ahead of you, baby.

i don't get the meaning of this post anymore.

my mind's a blank,

my grades are screwed,

and you're always in my backview, love.

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