For all the times..
Behind different doors we lie And the days go by in the wink of an eye. I think of you sometimes , not often. And you think of me when you want a story different from your own. You pass the salt and I the papers. We lead separate lives yet every moment, every phase of life that we step into, we are drawn closer. You see my smile in unknown faces, I search your eyes among faceless crowds. I tell different stories everyday to myself and people, some are true and the rest figments of imagination. But in all those stories I relentlessly speak of you. The times the clock just betrayed Of all the times we couldn't call it a day.