Sitting here alone tonight,
Feeling strangely sentimental,
In a way so melancholic,
How you and I were confidential.
I feel your touch so decadent,
Haunting me while I'm alone,
Knowing you were almost mine,
Missing what once felt so wrong.
Seeing how you look so sad,
On every picture taken since,
Feeling how it grows inside,
That I just wanted one last glance.
Your voice is torturing my ear,
And your sense is filling out the air,
It's hard to leave the thought behind,
That I had you -
You were almost mine.
Sometimes somebody says your name,
And I just smile the way I do,
Trying hard to hide the shame,
Of how I foolishly ran from you.
You'll be my epiphany,
And at night sometimes
I still rewind,
That summer you were in my arms,
And I had you -
You were almost mine.
