You were the type of guy that girls hear about
surrounded by other people, almost always never alone
but even so, your voice remains a mystery.
You were the type of guy that girls swoon over
but it’s hard to pull you away and get to know you
your smile and laughter render them all in wonder.
I was the type of girl that guys hear about
from one friend to another and it goes on
but I walk these streets alone,
passing by the people I know
who don’t know me.
I was the type of girl that guys talk to
one of the boys, they call me
sometimes I'd lose myself around them.
I had the privilege to know you
our first class together, we were put into a group
I had not expect you to call my name
(but I wanted to call yours)
and as cliché as it sounds,
we spent a night of studying and laughing
and evidently falling in love
(without us knowing)
We made time for each other and became close
many times I admit, I forget that you weren't mine
(but it felt like I was yours)
too soon, time faded away
I found myself clutching onto you when time pried my fingers
shocked as I was, you were holding on to me too
yes, we fell in love in a way that it was too soon, too fast
we broke without sparing any cuts of our shattered emotions
I want to say that even now as we are glasses apart-
our love still reflects of each other.
Once upon a very long time ago
I didn't know you, or you I
we were strangers walking these ruined roads
and we happened to bump into each other
so we ventured to infinity together
not knowing where we’re heading, to be honest
we talked about our past, and our future
never did we realised that in the present
our past brought us to our future
so here we are, together but apart;
you are that type of guy that girls swoon over
and I am that type of girl that guys talk to.