Fight...

Let's make things right.

Unwillingly we are into another fight.

You holding yourself into things might.

Expecting the unexpected changes with time...

You were always on a fine line.

Never knew where you got all those shine.

Collecting all those patients to deal with time.

Bursting at once like slicing on a lime...

You want things to change.

Aren't you happy in this instance???

I know you are stubborn as fuck.

Believe me, without some imperfections life, will suck...

You want a refined line. Ambitious with time.

Furnishing on a piece of thread, who knows it might break?

Wishing things to be perfect as a drape.

Who knows we might loose out the curtains...