Wasting away, I’ll count all of the hours I know I could’ve spent on more fruitful things. If the equal affection cannot come to be, let the more loving one be me

Though at times you’d think your future is bleak – I guess it’s only right that you let who you are decide who you could’ve been. If the equal affection cannot come to be, let the more loving one be me

Time fell short, the second hand; it ticks away

Time fell short, I know we all had better days

Time fell short, the second hand; it ticks away

Time fell short, I know we had much better days

Cause it’s nights like these, it gets harder to feel

Wasting away, I’ll count all of the hours I know I could’ve spent on more fruitful things. If the equal affection cannot come to be, let the more loving one always be me

Timing is everything, I’ve learnt it the hard way

Timing is everything, I’ve learnt it the hardest way

You’re a memory that slowly fades away inside my head

And you’re a melody that finds its harmony amidst the pain