Exile

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It's 4:30 in the morning 
I'm still thinking about you 
That cute little smile of yours
It's all what am thinking about 
All the things you did but I didn't 
They say you can never stop the waves 
Coming your way 
I guess you were one of the waves
I never saw it coming
My mind is fixed but 
This heart doesn't stop for you
Never imagined that I could feel something
But here I am again in that trope
Should I fall or run away from this again?
Should I let this rip me or not?
Should I feel this light breeze or 
Should I feel this storm inside me?
Maybe we will lose each other
Maybe you will find someone else
But I know you're the thing I'll regret the most.
I think I was on a exile for love
But I now I'm back from the exile and
All I want is you. 

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