If I was to be ever born again, I'd want to be born as you
And of course in return, I'd want you to be born as me.
Because I know there are these shades of you;
The ones which only you can see.
Those shades of you which in some mysterious ways
Seem to beckon my heart to come closer to you.
And those same shades of you which are only known to you
Are what keep you from getting pulled closer to the person you see in me.
It would be my one last chance to get inside your world
And see why in there we are "just not meant to be".
It would also perhaps be that one first chance for you to see,
How in my world, there's nothing more natural than "you and me".
Now I know we decided that this is one matter
Which we should conveniently push to the back of our minds;
But there's no ignoring that one hard hitting fact
That its still there somewhere, even if in some corner far behind.
And then there are these merciless vulnerable moments of deafening silence
Which compel these thoughts to start crawling up slowly to the top of my mind.
Into that very same place which I want you to explore
The day you are born as me
And I know these thoughts are lurking somewhere in your mind too
Hidden in the shadows of those mysterious shades of you
In that same place which I want to explore
The day I am born as you.
And of course in return, I'd want you to be born as me.
Because I know there are these shades of you;
The ones which only you can see.
Those shades of you which in some mysterious ways
Seem to beckon my heart to come closer to you.
And those same shades of you which are only known to you
Are what keep you from getting pulled closer to the person you see in me.
It would be my one last chance to get inside your world
And see why in there we are "just not meant to be".
It would also perhaps be that one first chance for you to see,
How in my world, there's nothing more natural than "you and me".
Now I know we decided that this is one matter
Which we should conveniently push to the back of our minds;
But there's no ignoring that one hard hitting fact
That its still there somewhere, even if in some corner far behind.
And then there are these merciless vulnerable moments of deafening silence
Which compel these thoughts to start crawling up slowly to the top of my mind.
Into that very same place which I want you to explore
The day you are born as me
And I know these thoughts are lurking somewhere in your mind too
Hidden in the shadows of those mysterious shades of you
In that same place which I want to explore
The day I am born as you.
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