Some people get one second chance; we got two
Some people get one last goodbye; we’ve had a few
Some people’s connecting lines are straight; ours were skew
Some love many times, but I loved once when I loved you
Should this be the way the love story goes?
Will this always be the direction our stream flows?
When you moved; I stayed
When I was serious; you played
When your storm was still; mine raged
When I enjoyed freedom; you felt caged
Can there ever be an encore to this tiresome tale?
Would all attempts of making it work again also fail? ...