Could it be,
We’re near the end of the line.
Could it be,
There’s obsession with crime.
Could it be,
Everything’s not so fine.
Could it be,
Could it be.
You and me,
Cannot intertwine.
Could it be,
There is death soon to shine.
Could it be,
Moments have been squandered by time.
Could it be,
We have overspent on our grand design.
Could it be,
Could it be.
Them and she,
Will never decline.
Could it be,
(Could it be)
You and me.
(Not to be)
Drowned times three.
For we,
Were not meant for this society.
Could it be,
(Could it be)
You and me.
(Not to be)
Drowned in deep sea.
As we,
Were destined to perish in every timeline.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 