Sometimes I would like the rain and think about the time that we were running away from it.
But now I'm going for it.
All because I miss you so much.
I think about you more often now.
You don't call me anymore,
and I'm worried.
You say I was the good in you,
would you make that good go away?
Now tell me will you be the one to turn me into someone I never thought I would be ?
Can you answer and tell me what I don't know?
when did all of this happened ?
I think about the tears we've shared
I think about your touch,
Immature and yet addictive.
I think about your voice,
deep and full of sorrow.
I remember when I used to make you laugh and when your eyes were bright.