Hm, This Seems Odd

dear aiden.

i know that it's too late
to have you, to love you, but i know you were made (for me)
i want to love someone else
but that means relearning love, and i convinced myself
(you were enough)

we should've been opposites, but you told me, we weren't born to fit (in)
we should've stuck with our general groups, but you taught me, to fly from the roof (tops)

i was fire, and you were earth
and i told myself, we were bound to work
but she was air, and i realized
life isn't fair, and i was born to die

they all said, we were meant to be
but no one said, love isn't free
and now i know, a little too late
that this fairytale, is my mistake