Was it a lonely mind's creation

Or a weak soul's desperation

Despite of failure's cruel distortions

You are still my only obsession

Days go on with no termination

Time flows into no destination

In busyness we live for meaningless temptations  

Chasing after formless possessions

Maybe it's my constant fear of rejection

Or that your free heart wants no restriction

Maybe love is only a sweet toxication

We'd rather live in loneliness than its suffocation

Maybe it's my timeless depression

And your discomfort with a confession

In parallel paths we avoid a true connection

Will distance be our final decision?

The truth doesn't need verification  

A strong soul stands to failures distortions

Only Time can give promises a fair evaluation

And love is real without a confession

I don't want you to be my possession

And you won't live under love's obligation

You can't give me any breathtaking passion

Only the sacred sense of completion