If it’s meant to be, If it’s pure fate, It will be and you will wait.

There comes a time when somebody will enter your life and will snatch your heart with one quick swipe.
And instead of defending your walls of security, you crumble in a moments impurity.
Everything you stood for, everything you believe,
Falls down like fall seasoned coming leaves.
Debating on whether to skip a chance is safer than reliving your hearts past stance.
Is it always the best to be the last one to stand?

What should you do, what should you say,
When love opportunities come to bay.
People come and go, so keep the one who cares,
She’s the one you want in your life to share.
What can be, what has become, isn’t what may be coming.
When you live for nothing, you’re not afraid of dying.
But when you start living, you’re now afraid. Of Losing.

Fight the odds and disappointments for better of your heart,
or take a chance for something to start.
Live knowing you left it all on the table,
Or let it be, let it go, and remain stable.
Your heart has a track record and it’s not that you don’t wanna try.
But history’s seen that everything there will be, will only be, a lie.
It’s like a track on repeat playing you in these situations,
And all it takes is one look of her persuasion.
Wishing things were different, you search for shooting stars,
Cause she’s different and she can heal your hearts scars.

Although the countless possibilities seem more improbabilities,
and the probabilities near more and more as impossibilities.
Take a leap of faith and live knowing you did the best,
Remain optimistic and wait for her heart to confess.
They say good things come to those who are patient.
And when the time comes, tell her you mean This.
Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
Share your heart because you won’t be her failure.

If it’s meant to be, If it’s pure fate,
It will be, And you will wait.