Somewhere...sometimes

Somewhere in oblivion...things will never be the same
No..no...I dont want to...but they ever change
No..no...I wont stop you...for you are the same

We know we had distances ...and intimate preferences
We thought it's okay...shutting down these differences
Broken pieces seldom demand anything
You just cant convince me with your nothing

There is a sound of lullaby which always sounds so long
There is no insecurity for questioning something wrong
My questions always reflected as demands on me
We numbed to our spaces ..hoping they dont effect me

I give u enough reasons...and u ask for my acts
There may be a few treasons...and we clean all the facts
My voice hurts you...when ur silence kills me
Thought I will silence myself...and skip these fickle beats

But,Sometime in oblivion...things may never be the same