Cold

Who do I tell about my day when your gone, I thought you would be here for a long time, i was wrong, that is a word that I’ve said to many times.

When the house is cold and rain comes falling I hope you think of me and our memories, the bad days too,

If I could do it over I’d do it better but I wouldn’t change the events that led to our encounter. It may hurt now, but it would hurt more if you never put your hand in mine,never laid there next to me dreaming of the day when we could be free from our thoughts that break us in the end, if we never, oh never mind,