Letras de Prism

I′m fine, thanks for asking
I that hope you are too
I don't suppose you′d lead me on
I don't suppose you'd say the right thing
That for someone, someone else, not for me
It was written, on the wind, above was a breeze

Almost, but not really
So close, but not nearly
I don′t suppose to undo what′s done
I don't suppose to have ambition
That for strangers who have no intimacy
′Cause of pieces from a game that's lost at sea
Little slivers in the cracks in between
That′s for someone, someone else, not for me