I wanted to forget you
because you told me your goodbye
when I loved you most
I thought that the best
for my heart was to forget you
How wrong I was
I can’t stand it anymore, day after day
I’m dying of sadness,
of loneliness
I need your love, I need your warmth
how I miss you, I want to have your body
to kiss your lips, I want to hear your voice
to tell you I love you and I’m dying for you
to come back to me
I’ve understood that without you
I’m nothing more than a poor beggar.
How wrong I was
I can’t stand it anymore, day after day
I’m dying of sadness,
of loneliness
I need your love, I need your warmth
how I miss you, I want to have your body
to kiss your lips, I want to hear your voice
to tell you I love you and I’m dying for you
to come back to me
I’ve understood that without you
I’m nothing more than a poor beggar.
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.