I allow you to look at me again,
Allow myself another chance to hear your sweet pain.

I thought something had changed, it was stupid of me.
I was wrong, things would always be the same, i should have let you be.

Because I know you don’t need this.
I know I still need practice;

Love to me is a new concept,
Something to learn gradually,
Something cautiously met.

Love to you is tried and tested,
Something to be experienced passionately,
Something that doesn’t end happily.

We are children dancing with adults.
We are students challenging masters.
Our lives do not intertwine in the way I hope,
We will show each other we can cope.