There is a time to all things
A time for joy
A time for sorrow
But there's a time I will never understand.
It's a time that hangs in the balance
Just the right calculation between
Love
And Hate.
It's this time that I want so badly to understand
this isn't any normal time,
Normal time doesn't require thinking.
No.
This time requires your all.
And if you mess up this time,
It's done.
You're done.
This time confuses me.
I try to figure it out
I want to understand,
But I can't.
Cause this time is out of my hands.
This time is all I want.
But I can't have it.
No.
Not yet.
Cause this time.
Is when I meet you