Pain

I always wished on shooting stars, and hoped that wish would go afar, but when you say it to me like this, I know it was swing and miss

I heard an echo through the wind, it screamed my name and it sounded like him, I looked through the window and there he was, sitting down on his rusty truck, he wanted me to join him, and there I knew, that he was mine and he wanted me too, I walked on down to the front door, and when I saw he was there no more, I screamed and cried, and I prayed to the lord, for me to see him one more time.

Cause I remember the accident, that happened some months ago, I know it hurt me and now I'm all alone, and when I talk to his friends, they talk about him on~ end, I cry all~ night and I, lately I've been dreamin, of him and his smile, and talking to God, to bring him back to me~, and sleeping most days, while people fall in love again, and I'm. Still. Stuck. On. The memories of him, it takes me every moment of every single day, I've always been afraid to go and see his grave,