Somehow.

I realize that we are not one right now, But I have the strongest faith that we will become one again somehow. The sooner you realize that you don't owe your heart to a distraction, The faster the truth will set you free. I love you past death, The time I left and heard your last breath, You're still alive and living life, I just hope that lie will leave you and somehow, You will be mine. Again... Because I know the truth and the truth is I'm not over you. Somehow I know you're not over me, and secretly, You want to see, receive, and believe that love we had, We can still have and achieve.. If only you will set yourself free and come back to your mate, And it happens to be me.