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I always wish our hands will collide. I want to lay down by your side. Under the sunlight. But why the world won't let it slide? If we are meant to be, then why did it become memory? If we are meant to be, then why won't this be our remedy? Everytime I open my eyes, I always wish I am somewhere else. Don't you think being alone is a mess? Everyday do you love me less and less? If we are meant to be, why don't you come and meet me? If we are meant to be, why can't I be your company? Every night we meet on the same screen. Every night we laugh and grin. Wondering when was our "last seen" Everyday it reads, "how was it been?" Is seeing you a part of a sin? If we are meant to be, then why can't we?