If time was never right
For both of us,
Why do we need to wait
For the right time?
If time was our enemy,
Why did we gave it the power
To decide and control our hearts?
Time might not seem to be in place,
"Us" might always seem to be wrong
But why does holding you always seems to be right?
I don't have to wait no more,
Time was never our ally
And I will never be its slave.
Perfect timing isn't real but a perfect person is