A tragic lost persona pining for their loved ones
You left me you did ,
The both of you,
You left me ,
Broken I am.
I know I will see you again,
But it is all a matter of a wait.
Sometimes I wish I were dead
Maybe being dead ends all your troubles
(I’d like to think it does anyway).
Then I stop myself,
It’s not my time yet.
I am really struggling,
That’s the way it is these days.
I just want a hug,
Just a hug
Just that little something,
That keeps you going through the day
And through life itself.
But you’re gone
The both of you
And those are no more.
Just seems like a dream the last time I was with you,
The both of you.
However, you’re gone and I have to say
And rest in soft peace
P.S. make sure you put the kettle on when it’s my time.