Heated skin and tempted fingers, all that's left of thoughts that linger.
Love that died to soon.

The very day I was to late to save you.
That when you walked out that door I thought I'd never care,
because I was done with your selfish ways, but today as I sit alone in my room, I realize that yes you were mr.wrong, but you were also mr. right.

That even though you had a thousands flaws, but so did I who was I to judge?
I need you, I need our little fights and goodnight kisses.
I need your blissful words that gave me courage and your hand to hold mine at night.

So as I look back upon our story I can only say once upon a time I had the right man, but I let him slip away.
But today as I walk out the door, I walk to a destiny where we can meet once again and forget our sins, that we can give each other another chance.