Pulse

It's steady.
At least When you're around,
but the rush is sometimes misunderstood.
...i guess i can wait another day.
Maybe it's better if i sleep.
Maybe i can kiss you in my dreams.
Without that feeling,
Rejection.
Why are you still here.
You have assured and assured again.
But somehow this fate is still up to the stars.
The ones that tell my story.
About how the sun walks,
or how the moon talks.
And how they chase eachother until day becomes night,
and night becomes...
Rejection.
I need to know involuntary again.
Too fast, and the heart falls to pieces.
Too late like the ghosts soon to be...
Rejected.