This wasn't for you. This wasn't for anyone. It's simply a reamark of a classic. We held hands, we shared laughs, we shared thoughts. He told her that we were lovers. Were we? But this wasn't for you really. What's the cat to do when the mouse is begging?
"Are you in or are you out? You can't win either way," he said. "But the fall will be fantastic and what's left is pure perfection."
They were perfect, they were beautiful. They met in the middle of nothing, in the middle of nowhere and kissed where everyone could see. No words. No before. No after. They kissed and it was perfect. It was beautiful. It was everything. It was nothing.
Eventually it all comes back this. Eventually, you have nothing else. Shame really.
"Are you in or are you out? You can't win either way," he said. "But the fall will be fantastic and what's left is pure perfection."
They were perfect, they were beautiful. They met in the middle of nothing, in the middle of nowhere and kissed where everyone could see. No words. No before. No after. They kissed and it was perfect. It was beautiful. It was everything. It was nothing.
Eventually it all comes back this. Eventually, you have nothing else. Shame really.
Note: nothing's wrong. I jsut felt like writing this. :nod:
