Sometimes
Sometimes, I think I crazy, sometimes, I think I'm wrong.
For asking this of you, for thinking it will ease my pain.
Perfect days were us together, acting stupid and unashamed.
Holding on to each other, when things got rough.
Now things are rough, and you're not here.
I just need to tell him, one last thing, I just need to hold his hand, once more.
Memories will never do and I have too long to wait.
I just need to tell him, one last thing, I just need to hold his hand, once more.
Memories will never do and I have too long to wait.

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