Sometimes, you thought you knew.
Things that appear, like something new.

Sometimes, you sing, a little song.
Even if, it sounded wrong.

Sometimes you wished, for that special someone.
In the end, it may even be no one.

Sometimes, you might feel like giving up.
Picking up the pieces, of a broken cup.

Sometimes you think, if things might last.
Thinking about, a forgotten past.

Sometimes, you want, to stop the fight.
Hoping someone, would be your light.

In the end, I hope your paths won't diverge.
Over there, two hearts will merge.