"It's ours," you said.

My favorite words comes from your lips.

Promises I knew you would never break it.

Dreams you'll make comes true.

Your dream, my dream.

Our dream.

But.

Not today, not today.

Cause today we're just too tired.

Struggle with ourselves, struggling with our life.

Complicated things, unsolved matters.

Miss each other like crazy, distance just too far for us.

I want you in my arms every single night.

Your lips on mine, your skins on mine.

Feel you in me.

You.Me.

Us.

Time is running out.

But how come time stand stills when it comes to us?

I keep asked to myself how long it's gonna end.

How long I have to wait.

Things got to understood.

Exceptions got to make.

Sacrifices I have to give.

"Wait a little bit more and five years is forever," you said.

Is it to please me?

"It's a promise I made for myself," you said.

"It's not my dream. It's not your dream."

"It's ours."

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