Was it always „you“ before „me“?
Was I always what you coudn’t see?
Theres nothing more I could want
Than for me to be your one.
To be the one you think about,
The one you wrap your arms around,
The one you will always be longing For to meet some day,
To be the one you would love more
Than you could ever love yourself.
But eventually the rain is gonna fall
And even when the seasons change
You will always stay the same.
It will always be „you“ before „me“.
I will always be what you cant see.
So here I am, pacing back and forth,
Thinking : Was I ever enough to be yours?