I sit down to write but no thoughts come to mind,

Except for the pity that I have for myself,

And when I think of you not being mine,

I remember it as plain as day in the crossroads of yesterday,

It was always supposed to be you and I growing old together,

Just like a couple of young lovers should do,

But fate seemed to have had a different design,

And for us it didn’t include two lovers with the same straight line.