I'm sorry for the things I do, on my last day when I'm with you.
I am sorry for the the things I say, it's not fair on you to burden you that way.
But I cannot help the way I feel,loving you this way my heart does seal.
I get just so scared what would happen to you.
if things went wrong, what would you do.
I know I should not think this way, and I really know what you would say. "Don't
be daft you will be back soon, back before you can hum a tune".
But I think who would love you the way I do, who would be there when you are blue.
Who would hug you and say it's fine, who would buy you that rossy wine.
So please don,t be angry in the things I write, it's just Mr Mooshie's heart telling him he feels he's right.
So no matter what we both do or say,
it cannot change how I feel on my last day.
