Is it bad luck?
Or is it timing?
Or the fault in our stars,
That ain't aligning?

Is it distance?
Or destiny's nasty hands?
Oh God, was it too much,
All that I was asking?

When someone calls me,
By my name, now,
It feels so revolting,
It's not the same now.

When someone mocks me,
Where's your twin flame now?
I answer while retorting,
That God's at the blame now!

The harder I'm working, the more it keeps hurting,
It seems I'm out of calls for help.
Witnessing this ruined scape, I stand without blinking,
This is what I'm telling myself.

Maybe the next life,
I'll get another chance....