I split myself in two,
I shattered my own heart
When I decided
We weren't good enough.
I killed your heart
And refused to give you
The second chance that
I yearn for.
It took me a half
Dozen months to be able to
Find a new love.
You were with yours
After one.
I couldn't stand me.
I hate myself
For what I did.
The only way 
I pulled through that time;
The only way
That I stayed sane,
Was to think of you
Saying that you still love me.
Saying that it'll all be ok.
I thought that if
We were meant to be,
Then we will be.
Maybe not now,
Maybe not a year from now,
But maybe we'll meet again
Our meant to be
May be three years from today.
Or maybe our meant to be,
Isn't meant to be.