How triply would it be If he came to me On his own free will His own feelings Showing me his courage The affection reflecting in his eyes That smile he can't hide nor deny That smile that was only meant for me.
That smile that was meant for me Gave me butterflies Something I didn't think I would feel Again...
And I'm here again Stuck between our crossroads Do I run to that old smile Or should I run to the new one
Both were meant and made For me. And only for me. However mine was made for one. For Who? I'm not sure.
Perhaps if that second one was made For me... Then should I start anew? A fresh start...
But the old one... The one I cherished for so long The one with all our memories. Oh how I miss them.
But I'm here again Stuck Between our crossroads Unsure if I want my old smile back Or if I want my new one.