Right Person Wrong Time

Fleeting Love, Lingering Pain: Right Person, Wrong Time
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Lyrics

I never knew that i could click

I didn't realize that a connection could be formed.

Puzzle pieces matched the arrow hit

Things fell into place, and it felt like fate.

Your touch, it felt like home

Your touch was comforting, reminiscent of a familiar place.

At least the closest thing i've known

It was the closest feeling of home I've ever experienced.


You were never meant to stay

You were not supposed to be a permanent part of my life.

But you're the one that got away

You are the one who slipped away despite that.

And i knew it couldn't work

I knew our relationship wasn't feasible.

But i still have to hurt

Despite knowing this, the pain persists.

Maybe i'll meet you again

There might be a chance for us to meet again.

In this lifetime or the next

Whether in this life or the next one.

It was never meant to be

Our connection was never meant to be.

But i'm wishing you the best without me

Despite that, I wish you happiness even if it's without me.


I think we ended far too quick

Our relationship ended abruptly.

The humour of the universe is sick

The irony of life's twists is evident.

Guess you were a lesson

You were a valuable lesson in my life.

But this feels more like a curse than a blessing

However, it feels more like a hardship than a blessing.


And you were never meant to stay

You were not meant to be a permanent presence.

But you're the one that got away

Yet, you remain the one who got away.

And i knew it couldn't work

Our relationship was destined to fail.

But i still have to hurt

Despite that, the pain lingers.

Maybe i'll meet you again

There's a possibility of crossing paths again.

In this lifetime or the next

Whether in this life or the next.

It was never meant to be

Our connection was never meant to materialize.

But i'm wishing you the best without me

Nevertheless, I sincerely wish you happiness, even if I'm not a part of it.

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