1982

And if I say I really knew you well

What would your answer be?

If you were here today

Ooh ooh ooh, here today

Well, knowing you

You'd probably laugh and say

That we were worlds apart

If you were here today

Ooh ooh ooh, here today

His John. He loved him so goddamn much. Then that...that bastard murdered him. Paul sighed quietly, feeling so alone. It was the anniversary of the day he died. None of the other Beatles really liked Yoko, but he really hated her for stealing his man away. That witch. He's gone now. He loved him way more than she did. Ever.

But as for me, I still

Remember how it was before

And I am holding back the tears no more

Ooh ooh ooh, I love you, ooh

What about the time we met?

Well, I suppose that you could say

That we were playing hard to get

Didn't understand a thing

But we could always sing

Sean and Julian. His sons. They were so sweet, like him. But now they had no father, they was alone like Paul was. He gave an angry yell and drank some more. It hurt slightly less now.

John.

He wouldn't like seeing him like this. Paul shakily set the bottle down, biting his lip. His mind went back to the old days, when they were young and had so much fun, the band was coming together. He missed it greatly.

What about the night we cried?

Because there wasn't any reason

Left to keep it all inside

Never understood a word

But you were always there with a smile

Paul regretted them splitting up, he really did. It made him sad to see John just leave them the first time. He was sure he loved him too. "It's a drag," he had said. It was, but it was more than that. But to think he was the one to finally break it up...

Paul, looking up to the stars where his love was, let the tears fall.

And if I say I really loved you

And was glad you came along

When you were here today

Ooh ooh ooh, for you were in my song

Ooh ooh ooh, here today

I love you, John.

I love you too, Paul.