I often wonder,
What if I didn't see you,
That day?
What if,
I didn't feel,
That you are some lost part of me,
I didn't even know I was missing,
Until I saw you,
That day?
Why did it felt like
You were my eve,
That I've been drifting in this world,
Wanting for you to be found,
Like you were taken from me before,
When we used to play together,
Before there was time?
Is this making sense?
Am I making sense?
Will it ever make sense?
Before it's too late?
