And if she ever came back to me, the moon would be so bright that I could live through the nights
The light, would guide me on an open path, and each challenge wouldn’t need my fucking wrath
I’d feel, all the emotions again that used to crawl through my skin
My fears, nothing but idol signs and I could spend my time writing some rhymes
And Life, wouldn’t be so hard I could worry about going instead of keeping my mind on when I’d depart
The start, would be so far from the end, and the pain would break not just bend
And if she ever came back to me through the fog I could see, so far into a hopeless fight, so many bright lights
The love, not a word I’m supposed to say but these poems are made in an honest way
The kiss, is better than anything I think after I could even sing
Her eyes, are so beautiful and there’s nothing more to say
Her face, is so fucking cute, when I look at it I go simply mute
The end, wouldn’t begin and I’d have time to wash away every sin
And if she came back to me I’d finally feel free, from the shackles that hold me back from glee
The agony, of being so far away, I think about her every second of every day
The tears, they stroll down so long, she told me not to love her so I feel I’m doing something wrong
The songs, so many that I wrote, they weigh so heavy they could sink my boat
The wish, is that maybe one day something could change and maybe our lives we could rearrange
But if she came back, I’d be the happiest, but as long as she is happy I’ll stay where I stand
