He was like A Ferris wheel Always spinning On the same path The kind of person You never meet just once But once And then twice And thrice and so on We weren't meant to be lovers Perhaps we were meant to be friends But friends become lovers And lovers become "Just friends" But "just friends" become strangers And strangers roam the world She takes the right road And he takes the left road But the world is round And he is a Ferris wheel The kind of person You never meet Just once