Lyrics and Music © 2003 by Terence Chua
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So this is what it's like
He whispered to himself
When timing goes a little bit awry
For when she fell in love
He left her on the shelf
He didn't feel the same and didn't give a reason why
She didn't wait forever
Even though he thought he could
And he didn't seize the moment
Even though inside he knew
That all these precious moments should
So when he turned around
She'd already taken flight
It seemed a waste of strength to even cry
So it goes
Fingers write
The tragedy, the comedy
Of people standing still
Passing ships
In the night
The what-ifs and the maybes
That would happen if we only had the chances or the will
Once there was a boy
Searching for the perfect girl
So he turned the ones who didn't fit away
And when he found the one
The one in all the world
She was looking for her perfect man
So there really wasn't anything to say
He went away
So it goes
Truth to tell
We never recognize the prize
But look back in dismay
And we blame
God or Hell
For teaching us the language
When these curses are the only things we ever learned to say
So open up those eyes
And take a look around
There may be someone looking back at you
But not for long
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