Maybe we were meant for each other
We were the ideal match
Perfect complement, just the right amount of crazy
Crazy is the timing for this encounter
Crazy that there is no ideal time
Maybe we met at the end of an era
Or the beginning of another
We were ideal, but in different times for each of us
A life guided by reason
Always checking my back
In every corner expecting a treason
Ignoring the gut, the feel before the stab
Learning every year to trust myself and no more
Every time is the same
We start with a smile and everything goes well
Joy feels every pace place of my life
But in the end everything gets darker, closer to an end
I open my heart once again
Opening...
Fuck, I hate when I'm right and it makes no reasonable sense at all...
