at times i can not stop thinking, lover.
that summer morning, if we had never met.
if you had never called my name again,
covering it with the unknown new story.

would i failed for your sick twisted smile still?
would i found that it is you, lying next to me?
would i loved you again?

it is scary to know the truth.
it is breathtaking to know still.
that if i took the second turn instead,
we had never happened to merge, too.

they say, destined?
hell, all my right side army is cursing you.
but i do not give the same hell about that.

just because i know well, it is not predicted.
i chose you above all of them that have gone.
you stole me again.