Lover, You Should've Come Over

The rain beats against the window, as if it has decided to add drama to the scene: an empty bed, cold glass, and thoughts that drift between youth and maturity. Too young to hold on, too old to run away - this awkward gap where love and regret get stuck. Every line is like a bargain with the heavens: ‘I'll give everything just to bring back her laughter.’ And even as time slips away, hope stubbornly whispers, ‘It's not too late.’