Someday,
We will meet again
and you will look at me,
while I look at you
But instead of hurting inside
I won’t feel a thing
I’ll walk past you
My head hanging high,
with a smile on my face
And inside you’ll be dying
because it took you too long to realize
It was me
Are you referring to a young gentleman by the name of Evan Betts?
I second this as well
no.