I don't love you like I did before.
What a lie, what a lie, what a lie, what a lie.
I still love you after all that time, I can't deny, I can't deny.
You're painful but it's the perfect time,
You're mine, you're mine, you're mine, you're mine.

You were always the perfect guy,
Too perfect for the broken girl who looks at you like you're the sky;
Like gods, to beg for just a sign.

Like stars, like stars, like stars - your eyes.
You're a poem that I underlined, then read till they called it worship. I,
I think that you're the reason why, reason for my greatest demise,
You're mine, you're mine, you're mine, you're mine.

I am wretched, but I'm yours too, all the time.

But we won't meet again, and if we do, it won't be the same again.
I wouldn't be the same, For I change. You are the moon, changing faces
but never paces, different names but souls stay the same.

I am the earth, I evolve, but you still draw water out of me every time.
Every full moon I am a tsunami of feelings that keep reeling.

You are mine, but we are awful all the time.

So, maybe we'll meet again, but it won't be autumn,
Not that autumn, no, never again.

But I'll think of you every year, and maybe I'll tell you that,
When we meet again.

Maybe we'll meet again, but it won't be in November.
Oh, that November, the one where I found my first love.

Maybe we'll meet again, but I won't be 9
With golden leaves beneath our feet.

I won't yearn for you like Indra for power,
I won't dance for you with his rain on me.

Maybe we'll meet again, but I won't be 12.
Visions of you walking past me still haunt me, my dear.

But you, you are my favourite thing to be possessed by,
My favourite phantom to die at the hands of.

Maybe we'll meet again, but I won't be in my teens and
You won't be the popular boy; dashing, stealing scenes.

I won't be the nerdy girl who latches onto you, no, you'll never get to be
followed around by me.

I won't be an academic weapon, winning events, and you won't be head of the
cricket team.

But I'll still love you, and you'll still love me, or so I think.

Maybe we'll meet again, but I won't be 15.

I won't look at your hand like it's the most precious thing.
I won't touch you like you're made of glass,
I won't let you play sinful games with my heartstrings.

I won't worship you like I always did; my God, you are a beautiful thing.

I won't call you like I did,
Not anymore, I won't.

I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't.