He used to walk-in and say hello to me
And I would say hello to him too….with a smile upon my face
But didn’t he ever know that inside my heart was aching?
But didn’t he ever feel what I felt inside?
But what am I supposed to do?
But what can I do?
If he chose not to
Why can't I speak when I have so much to tell?
Why can't I write when I have so much in mind?
Why can't I sing when there's music in my heart?
Too many words left unspoken
Too many things left undone
For all I know this pain deep inside
Is this the pain of missing him?
Every day I miss him more and more
It makes my heart feel so sore
Thinking of the way things were
If only I could turn back time
To the times we had before
I shall say,”Please stay a bit longer”
For I may see him again never
