Tragedy it is - meeting you at the wrong place.
Worlds apart, incompatible of each other's air.
My atmosphere is your poison,
your water is opposite of salvation.
Struggling to stay alive, we learned to keep the heat,
realizing that we can only live with it.
Despire our differences, we found commonality.
Despite all the blur, there was still some clarity.
We were each other's gravity,
a burden of the painful and cruel reality.
How could we go on at this state?
Were we ever meant to have this fate?
Tragedy it is being myself,
Tragedy it is being you.
No matter what we do,
we can never be one, always two...
Written by: Dominique M. Arancon
Written by: Dominique M. Arancon
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