We were destined to meet,
Tho not a story to keep.
We keep running until we're lost
In this parallel lines, we are all cost.
What if we're never going to intersect?
It's really hard to dissect.
Is this what they call, disrespect?
Or is it a thing I just don't digest
Wanna cross a whole dimension,
Just to see your perfect imperfections.
Though, I really don't have the position
To set things into motion.
In this flat world I work,
My way out, I lurk
Finding my way to meet you
My love, I'm half way through.