Few years ago we pulled apart,
Last night we met,
And you still write and play right on my heart,
It’s like your own style of art,

You took me out,
I felt loved,
Then I went home,
And I waited for you to write,

The first second and the other one was easy to manage,
I feel stupid sitting here for hours waiting for your message,
Every time I heard a beep and saw the light,
I ran to it like I needed it to keep me alive,

But it wasn’t you,
And that’s so sad,
„Did I do something wrong?“
I thought to myself,
And I’m not sure,
Did I?