Everything became a mess;
A wasted love, I guess.
But it isn't so bad–
To go beyond what we had.
So will you give 'us' a try
Or will I let this feeling die?
Everything is a mess already,
Why not go for it and see? ;
Will there be a chance of us–
Even if it's as small as a speck of dust?
Tho it no longer matters
For the game is already over.
There will be no final battle;
The outcome has already been settled.
Everything was just in the past
As those moments couldn't last.
Our paths have crossed
But our hearts cannot be forced.
An insurmountable longingness–
I'd call it a wasted love, I guess.
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