and as time goes by, somehow or rather.

The wound always heal.

It always happens.

I like you, I get you, then one day outta nowhere I just lose it

and every single thing you'll do irritates me and annoys me.

It almost felt like it was meant to be like this.

You came along, and I hadn't felt this way ever since.

But sometimes its scares me and I wonder, "Is it because it's not time yet?"