I was torn between my two other self
The one who is being loved by you
And the one who is in love with you
I swore years ago
That I cannot love you
The way you love me
But here I am now
Everyday I thought of you
Wishing that I did not said those things to you
My what ifs and maybe
Came rushing through my mind
Everytime I think of you
Now I only think that time was never ours
If I keep on waiting
What is the assurance?
You gave me nothing but a hope on that one sentence
"I hope she can wait for me."
But then again
It is only up to myself
Because I did not also give you my answer
When you needed it the most
I am sorry if I rushed through things
Maybe we are just not meant to be.
