Hopefully_Pessimistic

We met the wrong people
At the wrong time
And we created false conversations
And gave fake smiles
We knew what was waiting
At the end of the tunnel
Yet we carried forward
Then comes the day to pack our bags with memories
And board the train
You to the north
Me to south
Our lives derailed
We did a mistake
By letting a little part of us escape
We met at the wrong time
Our friendship ended before touching the heat of may.