I've got two questions for you; where are you and why aren't you here?
Would you rather be erased, or would you rather be replaced.
When you finally realise you've let something important go, it's not the fact that you've missed your chance that really cuts, it's the fact that it took you that long to realise this.
I can't explain it when you ask me too, cause I don't know why it happens. But when it happens, it feels like you were never mine to begin with and you'll never be mine either. You'll always be too busy for me.