But what if we're just fine?
and this is all a lie, and these past years have been a dream.
Maybe we'll wake up tomorrow
in class, with our favorite teacher
she'll say that we can have a
little free time, so we'll
play old shakira tunes
those from back then, when
she was still the poet
I know its a little illusive,
but I hold on to the fact that
it my just be the truth one
day
