a bittersweet scent fills the air
some are blissfully unaware
trap on their own world for two
some are filled with despair
trap on their hearts reserved for /you/
some are questioning what they have
some are still holding on the past
some are just barely holding on the pieces
some are clawing their way out
some are confused, some are clueless
some are waiting for a surprise
some are wishing for anything at all
some are hurting, some are hurting
letters, flowers, chocolates, surprises
let me show you my love
oh no we're just friends
this doesn't mean anything
you know that you didn't have to
I wanted to
thanks but...
I understand
When will my time come?