What if I miss you like the deserts miss the rain
What if I need you like the oxygen is needful for the flame.
Fought to be freed from you, failed and now surrender
Tired with being “doing good” pretender
Single thought that has been tickling in my head
Single thought that I’ll be fighting to the end
To hope for the better, but get ready for worse
The real paradise – the paradise that lost
What If I Miss You
© Copyright: Константин Маркелов, 2006
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