How could I ever understand how this was for you?
And could any of my words linger your pain?
Whenever I see you, I still think about the day you came to get some help.
I stood there with nothing to say.
Why was it so hard for me to tell you that I care about you?
What can be said to comfort you? I din't know what to do..
In the church when you looked at me.
Outside when I cried for you.
What a bittersweet life.
Why did your father have to die?
Now I just can't stop thinking about all the times I wish I had told you.
That time, falls into oblivion.
Try to understand that life is so f**ing surreal.
Try to talk to me. Tell me what you feel,
And let me say I care about you