nothing to hold on to when you're alone, then you find each other.
she heard you're leaving in august.
you promise to write, she's waiting at home.
an unanswered call.
i want you to know i'm alright and missing you.
too bad i'm stuck here with words from a note you sent long ago: "i'd love you forever"
but i'll be back in november.
i know that by then it will be the end. |