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I've lived with this longing for over a year |
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She's always with me, she's always there |
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My first thought on waking, last before sleeping |
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And I just can't see I'll ever be free of her |
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And I just can't see myself ever thinking it's not |
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A waste we're apart |
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How I wish she couldn't live without me |
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The way that she now can |
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And the way I can't give up hope completely |
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What does she make of that? |
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I guess it must try |
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I guess it must try |
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Her patience so |
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But I hope that as well |
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She understands how |
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How I can't let go |
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And there are still times, still times when I |
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Think that she only will save me |
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And I know that's hardly a fair thing to think |
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I know how unfair that is of me |
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Of me, of me |
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I want to be happy again |
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Something that she made me |
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I want to be happy again |
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And I'm so afraid I never will be |
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I found and I lost the one |
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I found and I lost the one |
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I found and I lost the one |
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I've lived with this longing for over a year |
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She's always with me, she's always there |
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My first thought on waking, the last before sleeping |
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And I just can't see I'll ever be free of her |