I remember the last time you looked at me,
every time I close my eyes,
no one could ever look at me in the same way,
and you never will again, so my heart cries.
The last time you held my hand,
flashes through my mind everyday without fail,
just with one touch of your hand,
I could tell a never ending tale.
My hand lays cold and empty,
in wait to be met by yours,
but yet you will never hold my hand again,
I still long to hear that cause.
I remember the last time you held me,
like it was the day before last,
but in fact it was so long ago,
it is now hidden in the past.
If only I knew that,
that would be the last time I would feel your touch,
I would die in your arms,
and would deeply weep ever so much.
The last time you told me you loved me,
echos through my heart and my mind,
but those words are now long said,
today those words I could never find.
I long to hear you say them,
and to know in this love im not alone,
but I hear nothing from you,
I guess to you im broken heart prone.
