You had the pen, but she had the lines...
You wrote a song, but little did you know,
You only sang for her...
You didn't know her,
But she was the breeze that swept away your weary thoughts;
She was the shadow when you thought you were walking all alone.
Though you never really said a word to each other
The silence did it, in more than one ways...
So whenever you sing that old song,
Remember, it'll always echo in somebody else's heart.
You never really had to acknowledge her presence,
For she was your own from the very start.
