10.10.2012, 23:26
Left Behind
It's in the way you haunt my day
you're everywhere I look
and in the kind of things you'd say
in all the stuff you took.
It's in the way they talk about you
as if you were dead
and in the way I start to doubt you
then miss you instead.
Even in the songs you sang with me
the sweetest, truest words,
but never said goodbye to me-
even that, though it still hurts
In everything I see these days
and everything I do,
in every person, every place,
is that small trace of you.
And its not important what you do
as long as you're all right-
just don't forget I love you,
'cause I couldn't if I tried.
It's in the way you haunt my day
you're everywhere I look
and in the kind of things you'd say
in all the stuff you took.
It's in the way they talk about you
as if you were dead
and in the way I start to doubt you
then miss you instead.
Even in the songs you sang with me
the sweetest, truest words,
but never said goodbye to me-
even that, though it still hurts
In everything I see these days
and everything I do,
in every person, every place,
is that small trace of you.
And its not important what you do
as long as you're all right-
just don't forget I love you,
'cause I couldn't if I tried.