you’re never coming back. but i think you a lot. in my imagination, you’re so beautiful… you were in your bed i didn’t understand what you tried to say me. you tried to speak again and with your tired voice you told me: “don’t worry, i’m here with you” i believed your words, but sad to say it was not the truth i was a child too much little to understand and pray but that day came tomorrow before yesterday. while you tried to laugh i didn’t know what i could do you wanna go on with your fight against the sh-t disease and from down all the faces hidden by the hands and some tears, little tears seen exit in a hurry. you alight on the uptight incomplete little canvas, dried colours on the master wood will remain not in vain.
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