Oh, when will it pass, when will I know any meaning to what might have been To wonder, to think, to pause and recall Any change to the same of back then

How strange I think to have ventured so close, in and of all the questions that show

Such meaning to grant contrived in the head, was it real? Was it not? I dont know

As we might or we will get lost in our thoughts

more than those with one or another

A time that must come, in pity or sake when we do decry

Farewell, you who was almost my lover