History
They say fools make half of the world
And it seems that I am a part of those
The waves brought me to you, I know
That the moment I saw you standing on the shore
I have found my nothingness
Slowly fading
Towards the shore
History is written by the victors
But who am I to say that I am a winner?
When I've won her heart
But I lost yours?
I never knew I needed you
I never knew that I am yours
I never knew I loved you
Until the moment I became a history to you
I am holding her hand
But I wish it was yours
I am kissing her lips
And yet I taste yours
Honey, am I really a history to you?
Am I a forgotten page of the book you loved so much before?
A mere ink on letters you will no longer read
Just a character that is meant to be a part of history
Wish I could rewrite history
Into a story where you will stay with me
