Sometimes it's a weird arrangement, And I think it's all going to be fine, And I think it's not going to be fine. But I know it'll be what will be For we created every chances, Within every choice.
I know there's a special connection But what does that stands for In such different spaces we occupy, Such different futures ahead, Such different goals? We're left with a warmth goodbye And exhilarating memories. We have more in our pasts Than in what's to come. Probably. And that's ok.
We'll still have a connection. We'll still have contact. Probably. We'll have written part of each other stories And that's enough.
Our freedoms have outspoken Plans and flesh and comfort. But the first aim Is to seek happiness. At times, that meant together. Now it means something else I'm still trying to figure out.
To be better, always. That's what I wish for both of us.