Was it yesterday when I met you in my dreams. Where did you go?Why did you go? I remember sitting by your side, pretending to hear you. Now I miss the times I was near you.
Raindrops fall on the ground. I miss your warm lap on which I slept on when I five. Arguing about histories, politics, the wrong and the right. Where did you go?
Can I pretend you didn't go Can I pretend you didn't leave Why should I not pretend that my dreams aren't the truth Why can't I live in this fantasy All my life? Why did you go?
If I don't cry Doesn't mean I don't miss you I wish you didn't die But, well ,that isn't....