I stand here
looking down at this tombstone
| w o n d e r i n g |
*Wishing things could have*
turned out differently
If things were different
&& all that happened went away,
maybe, just maybe
You would be here with me;
We would laugh && joke
just like we used to
I loved you
No, I still love you
-I always have-
But never had the chance
to tell you.
(If you were here, I could.)
But you're not,
Because you're gone
*for good.*
It is too late;
*I stand here looking down,
tears streamingdown my face.
completely filled with*
( G R E I F. )
Good-bye, Fred...