I hate to be alone because I always think of you.
I always thought to myself, "what can I do?"
I wonder what it would be like if you hadn't left that day.
I wondered to the day you left, what could I say.
The way you used to touch me made me melt.
What would you have said if I told you how I felt?
I spent a lot of time with tears in my eyes,
Wishing, and hoping, and begging you'd realize.
The way my face lit up when you walked in.
When you looked into my eyes, it made my head spin.
Even though this is all in the past,
I sometimes wish we could have made it last.
