Out of the
Six billion people in the world,
There is one for me
One who can heal my wounds,
Find my soul,
And
Steal my heart
I'm pretty sure that
I've found her
Though she
May not think the same of me,
Does it really matter?
If I love her
Truly love her
Would it matter?
Would it matter,
Who we are?
What we do?
What our past is?
What our future will be?
Does it really matter?
No.
Because out of the
Six billion people in the world
I know,
I know
That she is
The one for me
And it doesn't matter what they think