I don't know how to start this.
I don't know how it'll end.
Because I don't like where we left things.
We'll never be "just friends."
I just go about my day, while you're hundreds of miles away.

I wonder if you ever think of me, if I'm on your mind.
I hope I am, but other times, I hope you've left the idea of me behind.
I don't want to be the one holding you back.
You are an eagle getting ready to soar.
But if you're still thinking of me, I'll just be clipping your wings, when you could have so much more.

Timing is everything, and time did not give us a hand.
It stood by and watched us as we were drowning in the sand.

You're the only one who ever made me feel like my time wasn't wasted.

I don't know what to do.
But I know the only one I really want is you.

Is our time up?