I was right.

I was right.


When I said,
"You're a bit short,
of a transcending flame."

But now I realize
your not a bit short,
your flame has already been extinguished.


The day you came into existance.

So baby, oh baby,
give me a chance and let me make your fire,

burn with desire and last for eternily.

I guess.

I guess.


I figured we'd never get ahead of ourselves.
With everything and all.

I presumed it would become something of the sort.
Almost like the way it is now.

I thought that things wouldn't get any greater.
Or for the matter worse.

I doubted a lot of things between you and I.
For one reason or another.

I questioned your feelings and mine.
After all the open gap between us was to great.

I suppose my intuation was almost right.
Almost... right about you.


Could I been mislead with your words of flattery?
Have I been mistaken about my feelings?
I guess so.