Maybe our meeting was a game played by fates
And if I wanted to acknowledge it I'll be opening my gates
Are you really falling or are you a bit too late?
Am I getting addicted after having a taste?
How much blood was shed as I was tossed around by destiny?
Is it my heart or my mind? Which is going to be the end of me?
This being of mine have chosen feelings to be a felony
Is it really the reason why all I feel is agony?
The butterflies have died in me, and the nervousness was never there
Your subtle signs of attraction are really taking me nowhere
Then why do I feel like you're the one I've waited for?
When all I have to spare you is a feeling that you can't control
