From far away I saw you
As I got off the bus
My eyes met yours
And I felt a strange trust.

Trust which I have never known,
Trust which could never be shown,
You removed the block,
And allowed my pain to flow.

Is it possible for two souls
To be the perfect pair,
If two other people
Are already there?

Tis better to have loved and lost
Say some with sightless eyes.
Yet tis better never to have loved at all
Say the wise.
If one loves and loses,
All he feels is pain.
When one does not love at all,
They never know anything like that pain.

To some, this idea of souls as a team
Just shatters their self esteem.
They are the ones, just like Kurt,
Who use the end to escape the hurt.