just like a broken cassette...

I can't remember what it felt to be.
I never knew what it was meant to be.
I just knew I was supposed to be there.
I guess I'll never know.

What was it, again?
What was the purpose?
You made me feel loved.
You made me feel love.

We weren't meant to be together.
But... I wrote about you.
Some little texts.
So I could always relive the moments we spent together.

Just like a broken cassette.
Just like a déjà vu.
Our pieces were scattered all throughout the world.
We were torn apart.

Just like a broken mirror.
Just like an atom bomb.
Oh, my dear.
Where have you been?