Meet me in the middle, split 4 into 2
As the years get closer, I get closer to you
And as the school year winds down to an end
Then I suppose a priority is lent
To having every chance to see that beautiful face
Texting, talking, under the radar not leaving a trace
Being the part of my life I consider the best
Knowing the difference between "will" and "would", she has already said yes
So I have all the future I need
My heart ceases to break...or at least bleed
She is still leaving and I can try too see her
It won't happen often if at all, hard to meter
Or track the emotion or range of feeling
That I feel towards the situation and what I am seeing
Some ways we come up with that may or may not work
One thing I know for sure is we are not coming out of this hurt
But stinger and having deep love for one another
Because we were meant to be with each other...