YOU

Its hard to tell you about how I feel

and if you try to get past that my lips are sealed

and if you ask me you crept out the front door

'cause most likely life was a bore

I should of seen it coming

it aint like you were running

we could go back to the younger times

reminisce but stay within the confines

you made this life i call mine hard

the least you could do was sent a simple postcard

your death was slap in the face

i just wish we could touch base

make our lives interlace

embrace

so if you could come back, that'd be great

and the relationship we had we can recreated