When we first met,
I knew we weren't gonna happen,
Because when we first met,
Violins in the background did play,
Your watch did stick in my stole,
And the roses you were holding did fly all over us,
It was all just out of a movie.
The first time we fought,
You brought your guitar by my window,
And sang my favourite song
With that beautiful voice of yours.
But I can't expect all this everytime, can I?
Violins can't always play in the background,
Your watch can't stick in my stole forever.
Roses cannot fly all over us all the time.
We have to deal with their thorns too, don't we?
You can't play the guitar for me everytime.
I knew we weren't gonna happen,
Because this isn't a Rom-Com,
Or a fictional novel,
This is a harsh reality called life.
