I used to think I knew the route,
The path our lives would take.
Just sit back, enjoy the ride,
Of predetermined fate.
I hoped we'd last forever,
I knew we'd make it last,
But one thing after another,
We could not stand steadfast.
I'd love to give us one more shot,
A chance for happiness.
Every little fault we had,
We’d defuse and then discuss.
There’s one thing still that worries me,
Just where would we settle down?
A world apart from East to West,
Could love turn this around?
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
I used to think I knew the route,
The path our lives would take.
Just sit back, enjoy the ride,
Of predetermined fate.
I hoped we'd last forever,
I knew we'd make it last,
But one thing after another,
We could not stand steadfast.
I'd love to give us one more shot,
A chance for happiness.
Every little fault we had,
We’d defuse and then discuss.
There’s one thing still that worries me,
Just where would we settle down?
A world apart from East to West,
Could love turn this around?
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