Those evenings… staring at my phone,
shutting out the world alone,
believing — God, believing!
That what we had was real, not fleeting,
not some fucked-up dream I’d wake from soon,
chasing shadows of the moon.
Has anyone ever loved you like I did?
Has anyone ever crossed that bridge?
I gave you all I had to give,
your words still resting on my lips
— no wonder it hurt so much to live
with memories sharp as broken scripts.
On the beach of memories, by an ocean made of tears,
I waited for your hand through all those fading days.
Sunsets melted into one long stain of gold,
a thousand stories we never told.
Has anyone ever loved you like I did?
I gave you everything — I truly did.
And now I know — though stars still flicker just the same,
how badly I fucked it up,
how we weren’t ready for each other in that flame.
We wanted this so hard the heart kept dragging down the mind,
and we’re scared as hell of wounds that could tear us up inside,
hiding all that hunger of love beneath the armor we wear each day.
Can anything weigh more than this quiet in our way?
I don’t know — I’m still lost in the silence that won’t let us break or sway.
Has anyone ever loved you like I did?
I failed, I stumbled, I was far from good
— yet I adored your flaws the way no one could.
Every uneven edge I held against my heart,
never knowing how deep it would cut when we’d fall apart.
Has anyone ever loved you like I did?
Tell me — has anyone ever dared that bid?
