I’ve changed my mind Things are much different than I saw And for some reason, against all odds I’m back in the same spot, with different people
Except for one One remains constant One remains important One remains special
The one, perchance? Well it can’t be Not only for the unopen circumstance But the people around us don’t associate nicely I’m not seen as built or mature And you, well, can’t argue with that
Against all odds We maintain the same situation Across all possible barriers The end seems to be inevitable Wishing, hoping, and never ending
Quite ironic, isn’t it? No matter how much we desire, or hope No matter how many women I put between us No matter how long you stay with him We still find one another And things fall apart again
But it’s always broken It only fixed when you were here Even though you really weren’t, and neither was I Having us was special And this time I’d like to keep it like this Even without hope It’ll just have to be Bestie, Against all odds
Why can’t this end, why do I kind of want it to stay, how do I live knowing you think the same thoughts about what could’ve been, should it have??