I woke up in your arms again today. I swore this wouldn't happen this time. Six months it’s been, six whole months of my life. And somehow I know when I leave this hotel and you leave this city things won’t be the same again; I guess they haven’t been for a while now. But this time I'm ok. This time I won’t think about it, won’t stress about it, won’t cry about it. Because I know what’s real now and what isn’t. I could feel it in our kiss and feel it in my heart. Things are different now, and they will be when I see you again. I will be when I see you again.
