I wonder how it feels
To be in line with your sight
All the time, even just for a while

I wonder how it feels
To receive the smile you give
To someone dear, oh joy in your eye

I wonder how it feels
To have your hand, enlaced with mine
Safe and sound, even just for a while

I wonder how it feels
To love you freely boy, and not be told
You’re not worth my precious time

I heard our song. I had the feeling of nostalgia striking me upside down,
I had the chills I only get when I'm around you. Then, I realized... You were my song.
You were the rhythm that got me to follow every move, the tune that got me all jolly and jumpy
But I never played it again, too afraid I won't be able to stop myself from listening to it.
Maybe that's why I miss you, why I miss talking to you,
Why I miss every bit of arrogance that you have,
Why I miss the feeling of being loved by you.
It's been years, but I still haven't moved on when I should have.
I didn't know that the moment I lost you was when I pretended to stop caring, petrified of what might happen if I still try to.


So you slipped,
and God knows how much I've been trying to reach out to you, but the thing is: You just don't care enough.
Either you know better, or we're just not good for each other, and maybe we're never going to be.
Still, thank you.
You were the only thing that kept me going when everything else is falling apart.
You'd once been my hope; the one guy I had the guts to take a shot with.
The one I know that's worth all the chances to risk...
and worth the great goodbye.

For all the times I close my eyes
It’s you I see and all the smiles
I try and shut the door of this heart of mine
That kept on opening when you’re close by

For all the times you take a look
At this empty shell that got slowly hooked
Are all the times you breathed life, and light, and soul to every nook
That I kept on hoping I get to keep you in my book.

It has come to my senses
That I’ll love you for as long as it takes
For as long as my heart can embrace
The memories, the feeling of falling,
And the inevitable breaking

It has come to my senses
That you’ll always be there, gnawing in mind
And itching to find your way in
But no longer you will I love,
For the rest of my life, the rest of my existence

It has come to my senses
That the recurring sadness will take place
And there’s only coexistence.