| I’ve lived with this longing for over a year
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| She’s always with me, she’s always there
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| My first thought on waking, last before sleeping
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| And I just can’t see I’ll ever be free of her
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| And I just can’t see myself ever thinking it’s not
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| A waste we’re apart
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| How I wish she couldn’t live without me
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| The way that she now can
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| And the way I can’t give up hope completely
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| What does she make of that?
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| I guess it must try
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| I guess it must try
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| Her patience so
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| But I hope that as well
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| She understands how
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| How I can’t let go
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| And there are still times, still times when I
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| Think that she only will save me
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| And I know that’s hardly a fair thing to think
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| I know how unfair that is of me
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| Of me, of me
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| I want to be happy again
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| Something that she made me
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| I want to be happy again
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| And I’m so afraid I never will be
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| I found and I lost the one
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| I found and I lost the one
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| I found and I lost the one
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| I’ve lived with this longing for over a year
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| She’s always with me, she’s always there
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| My first thought on waking, the last before sleeping
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| And I just can’t see I’ll ever be free of her |