Another you. Another me.
It looks so strangely bittersweet.
They always fight, they both lose,
They never live the life they choose.
In every other world they meet -
Another you, another me.
But it is given from above,
That thing, that "anything but love",
That thing they cherished.
That thing we`d perished.
And now we can only look
As they`re rewriting our book
In every other world they`ve meet -
Another you, another me.