I wish I could say we made it.
I wish I could turn back time
And make it all right.
But that’s not how it works, isn’t it?
Perhaps this is how things were supposed to be:
We were made to cross paths,
And we were made to walk away.

I wish I could say we made it.
I wish I could turn back time
And make it all right.
But that’s not how it works, isn’t it?
Perhaps this is how things were supposed to be:
We were made to cross paths,
And we were made to walk away.