If there exists multiple universes
in all of them I wouldn't have talked
and probably you wouldn't have tried
our love was meant to last
My mental state, your immature ways
we fell apart and not said goodbye
there is no rose which doesn't have thorns
I got pricked so much that I ran away
No one knew and no one will
the intense passionate icy nights
that we spent without complaint
we play love and hide and seek
I would not say that I have changed
it's more like I've healed
I'm not throwing this to you
I'm just throwing it out of me
No matter how much I look inside me
I can barely find you there
What other thing have you taken from me?
You must have taken my memories too
If there exists multiple universes
in all of them I wouldn't have talked
and probably you wouldn't have tried
our love was born to die
There is no rose which doesn't have thorns
There is no rose which I would choose
