Maybe Next Time

I knew what love was, love was something special to me, somebody cared
about me.
It was a great feeling we where so close, so perfect we loved each other a
lot, then disaster struck to our love, it gave us a lot of troubles our
past came drifting on the serves.
Our troubles broke us apart we both needed our time, need our space and
freedom to start healing those old wounds, those still open wounds we both
have.
Time is a healer only it’s takes to long. Maybe in a next life you’ll be
mine again, our friendship won’t die. That would be a big mistake, our
friendship can resist any thing.
We have our fights and problems but still we will be friends, friends for
live