Shaking cold, these hands were meant to hold.

Most of the time people pray to God for stuffs to be in their will.
But the situation made it seem that the only solution, is to be in yours instead of mine.

How could things be so perfect, well, in my eyes that is.
Perhaps the flaws could only be seen after a period of time, or perhaps looking from a fix point of view prevents a broader perspective.

Don't wanna fall to pieces, just wanna sit there astray.
Don't wanna know the truth, just wanna keep it this way.

Really wanna know how stuffs have been so far.
But if there's no reciprocation, it's really pointless.

Envisaging on how life would be less stressed up, more meaningful, livelier.

Initially, it was just pure admiration.
Yes it was.