It’s past midnight and I’m in bed thinking What if. What if you were the One? What if I let you go and slip by not knowing you will be the only one to understand me? What if you were the only one strong enough to endure the largest burden that is me?
It’s past midnight and I’m in bed thinking if you really were the one, you wouldn’t have left me even if I pushed you away. If you were the one you would have know how crazy I am to let me decide on my own when I’m unstable. If you really were the One you would have stayed no matter what.
So here I am, It’s past midnight and I’m in bed thinking, Was it your fault? Or mine? Or was it just because you weren’t the One? I can’t stop thinking about what went wrong because If I do, I’m afraid the answer will be that I wasn’t you’re the One but you were mine.