Her

Rain was coming down on us- As I saw you after all these times. Do you still play violin? I asked you, You looked exactly how I remembered. "Well, you don't," you told me, "what have you done with your hair?" Oh! you don't like it? "You look like me!" I guess that was the intention. "Who is he?" You asked me, Pointing finger at the north- I don't know yet, I don't wanna know I have you with me here. I've waited, for so long, To talk to you about this- "What took you so long then, That friend of mine stopped you?" Yes, she did, yes indeed! But it wasn't just her- You should know that you've changed me, Now I don't waste any time, I regret not telling you, I regret letting you go. So I tell them- I tell them now, as soon as I know. What would you say? Maybe a "no", a "never" even- Maybe nothing, but I should have asked- I don't think I'll ever forget, I never let me take a chance on us.