We are too young for tomorrow, and a little too old for yesterday. Intervened just for a second, then let go our seperate ways. Standing here lost and wondering, if we could've done something differently.
Strings and piano keys play in my earphones. Through all the music and heavy bass, all I want to hear is - your voice. Just a little bit more.
We are too young for evening, too old for morning. It is just this moment. Could we speak? Could we be different this time?
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