It isn't to hard to see that you were meant for me,
that everyone else says we aren't meant to be.
You're always on my mind, I guess you were supposed to be there.
The sight of you remains in my eyes,
the taste of your lips lingers on mine,
and why can't anyone see that we're divine in each other's eyes?
But alas, the rumors continue, the backstabbing comments rage on,
and no one understands how much love really means.
It's the needle in the haystack,
the gold in the pyrite,
the feeling of knowing you'll be held during your fright,
the thought of your life during that cold night.
that everyone else says we aren't meant to be.
You're always on my mind, I guess you were supposed to be there.
The sight of you remains in my eyes,
the taste of your lips lingers on mine,
and why can't anyone see that we're divine in each other's eyes?
But alas, the rumors continue, the backstabbing comments rage on,
and no one understands how much love really means.
It's the needle in the haystack,
the gold in the pyrite,
the feeling of knowing you'll be held during your fright,
the thought of your life during that cold night.
