The path we didn’t walk in, a door that was never opened,
Why would I worry about things that never happened?
With pieces of my heart, where will I go,
If some of them fall, from where would I discover love?
Over the broken when I cry, it makes me restless,
When I stand in front of you I feel like a fitful mess.
Maybe the path I didn’t choose is beautiful,
But this place is where I possess serenity.