How Is It Going To Be?

I've been counting down the hours, the seconds, the days until I can see your face again. I need a reason to like you... since I haven't seen you in a while it's seems like your fading. Fading from my mind. I can't remember what you use to say to have me up at night thinking about it. I can't remember why my heart was beating so fastly. Maybe this is a good thing... I mean no one knows how it's going to be. Maybe when I get back you could try to hurt me. I don't want to be bruised. My heart is a sheild that just won't come down for anyone. How is it going to be? We can never know. If this is destined to be than it will happen.