What happened to our innocence?
When did it disintegrate into the abyss?
I swear, at some point we were
Where we should've been all along,
With right intent in our hearts.
At what point did all that work
Melt into a puddle at our feet?
I remember the little moments,
How they turned into something
Much bigger than the both of us.
Why are we left separated,
Desperate for a chance to redo
What we shouldn't have done
In the first place?
Is what's been done worth regretting?
Of course, I must tell myself,
Of course it's worth regretting.
But I could've sworn it was perfect.