Wish you were here and we could see each other’s smiles
Wish you were here and told the stories that you told the hundred times
Wish you were there and didn’t let me say a word
Wish you were there and stopped those fucking waste of dirt
Now I can say, that tears and pain were piece of shit
But will you give the price to things that I admit?
When it’s too late to turn the past and look far back
When it’s too late to give you love, that was so lack
And will you give the price to thoughts that I’ve found out
When our memories had turned from blur into the cloud
And only making up the songs can save me, only songs
Can help me analyze the “us”, find out my wrongs.
And even if it doesn’t work today for us at all
Wish we were here, just together, soul by soul.
Wish you were
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