Case closed dismissed, there's no turning back.
I wish I could pack all the love that was stacked.
From years and years of kisses and moments in time.
How I wish i could get back what I thought was once mine.
It's not finshed, can't be over, It's the beginning you see.
For something to be one and must split and be three.
The math is outrageous not making sense to a king.
But one plus one, has now blessed us with what can now be us three.
SEE 1+1=3