I need one last night, once again.
I need a lingering night;
I need one last time, once again.
how I hate to admit to admit to myself -
But its true: there was nothing you could do.
I need one last fight, once again.
I need a lingering fight;
I would never have asked,
how I hate to admit to admit to myself -
there was nothing you could do.
A life filled with mystery and mystical moments,
the mere sound of a voice that makes me feel like home.
The weathering of an unfortunate event,
and it's true: there was nothing you could do.
I would never have asked,
how I hate to admit to admit to myself -
But its true: there was nothing you could do.