Not sure if it is the right thing to do,
But yes, I often think of you.
These similar roads and this same breeze,
yes it brings back so many old memories.
I left you in the dark,
not knowing for good or bad.
But you were always a survivor,
And that makes me a little sad.
I know it’s not fair,
But sometimes I do wish you pain.
Sometimes I hope you will fight for us again.
But you’ve given up,
And so have I.
But I know we have to meet in the end,
My heart cannot lie.