It should have been the last goodbye.
We were supposed to be
just strangers to each other;
but how come it seemed
that you knew more about me
than I did about my own?
You weren't supposed to matter,
you were supposed to be just a stranger,
but how did it all end up
with me finding my missing pieces
in you?
Truth be told,
I'm tired of running away;
but what else can I do
if that's the only thing
that could keep the blood flowing
through this freezing heart;
and if that's the only thing
that could save you
from me
and all of these darkness
that shadows over me?
You,
who were supposed to be
just a stranger,
who now suddenly meant
everything to me.
Now somebody please tell me,
how do I write the end to this story?
Come back and tell me why
I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time
Meet me there tonight
Let me know that it's not all in my mind
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