When I was fifteen and she was fourteen...
Living in complete ignorance of where we had been...
I didn't know her and she didn't know me
And I didn't know if someone such I was gonna see
Day-dreaming about the nights to be spent dreamily
Dreaming in nights about the days to come
Living under the shade of a bubble around me
Life was so jolly, life was so much fun
The last innocent kiss to my mom
The last time when I messed up a song
The last time when I felt really safe
The last few years of me to be chaff...
Now I am twenty one, she is twenty...
And I am getting spent in life's tough grind
I have promises to keep and thresholds to cross
Yet she remains the only thing on my mind
I seek an end to this state of mind
I really want my feelings for her to dampen
Yet all I have is this gut wrenching pain
Of realizing that this is never going to happen
The last time I felt that love can never hurt
The last days of lighting up on seeing her face
The last hopes of having a life well spent
The last hopes of ever winning this long race
One day, I will be thirty five and she still twenty five (Do they ever age?)
Both of us grown up, no more chances of being naive
The friendship we had, she will, I hope, hold dear
But the contact will dwindle to one mail a year
She will be happy, even I won’t be sad
But will always think of everything we could have had
I will probably be living in a state of compromise
Or will still be waiting for her with empty eyes
The last battles between hope and despair
The last attempts of building castles in the air
The last hopes setting with each burning sunrise
The never-ending wish to see my happiness in her eyes
Years will pass, and one day I will die
If I’m lucky enough, she’ll show up and probably cry
Thinking of my strong friendship and of the joys I could never have
Not knowing of the happiness I treasured, which my love gave
She would never guess someone spent his life waiting for her
Or that someone had his Eden just by thinking of her
I wish I could tell her now, but thankfully I can’t
Her memories are good enough for me, she’d better have whomever she’ll want
THE LAST SONG OF A MAN TURNED OLD
THE LAST FUME OF A BREATHE GONE COLD
THE LAST LAUGH OF HAPPINESS GONE RIFE
THE PERFECT END TO THIS JOURNEY CALLED LIFE...
