I’d sometimes see you in my dreams, like seeing through a glass as it seems. looking through our time before I might only need that, nothing more. I’ll always remember the past. Knowing that sometimes I’d wish it would last. It was the hardest thing for me to do, knowing that someday in the end I would have to leave you.
The sky turned gray, knowing that we couldn’t find any other way. Nearing the time to say goodbye, in the end I wish that this was all just a lie. We both saw this coming, and still we ask why? I loved it from the start when we both had said Hi.
I swore that I’d come back for you, and until now I’m still searching for a looking clue.
As I turned back I heard you say, “And if I’ll believe you, then this isn’t goodbye too.”