Can you come up with a better idea on how I should deny my existence?
Let’s say everything around us is nothing but mere preparation for the end;
And the beauties I have met are meant to destroy the very foundation of my faith to your faith.
Reality seems a bit overrated each time I cross your path,
Even though the dull and worthless pieces of my past bow down to your presence;
Now that there’s a turning point again in our lives,
Cleanse me with your prayers and whisper them to God —End it with a wish, end it with love.