i can't go to sleep
with all those things on my mind
you being there all the time
and i don't know what to write
because it's always just the same
and in the end, it's all about you
"loving you is a losing game"
i don't even know if that's true
maybe it is, partly
we just weren't meant to be
but when did i start
to care about what's meant to be?
call it "wrong person, wrong time",
but is there ever a right time?
is that just what it feels like
because i'm not sure if i regret
to say we were just meant to meet
and that we weren't meant to be
because honestly?
who decides what's meant to be?