Is there really such thing as coincidence,
Really such thing as ironic?
Or is everything meant to be?
Do you think it's just ironic that I love you,
And you love me?
Are we really meant to be?
A wise man once said,
True love can't be explained.
Is that why I can't speak
Whenever I'm with you?
I get a sword in my neck,
My lungs refuse to breathe,
I can't anything see for hours.
Anything but you,
After you speak to me.
I don't think it's just a coincidence
That we met that glorious day,
Or that we in love.