You and I are bipolarly different, Our dialogue's thought provoking,but rather deliberate...You and I are half-breed and cautiousbut we miss the same things[lonely days without you got me nauseous]Every talk hides a story within a storyAnd my dreams are becoming your new territoryWould you notice me there in a crowded place, If you met me once, would you embrace?But so far we've been involved in the everyday raceWe're running the errands of ours, we chaseCounting down the months, the days and the hours... therefore days are numbered, [therefore, they are mine]Unless we meet up at the line...with the friendly temptationThe line that is called 'demarcation'