You are the only man I’d spend my one to seven lifetimes with.
But I don’t know why you couldn’t see that.
Maybe because I always avoid your eyes every time we meet.
I’d always think if leaving you in my past life is enough.
And I almost did, love – almost.
Maybe because I know you’d want the same too.
Or maybe because I wanted more before I’ll lose you.
Before I let you go. Just give me seven explanations for why I should forget you.
Then maybe I’d give you one reason why I can’t.