A message, too late.
There is always a question or two unanswered,
And it's just because you're so young and naive.
When you get older, I promis you will see.
Just trust me,
I love you.
There is always a question or two unanswered,
Because now you don't know the answers,
And it's hard to figure out youself
And you don't always make the right moves
But it's okay,
I still love you.
There is always a question or two unanswered
as we approach "the end"
Because it's never suppose to end.
Your suppose to be happy forever
But now you're all grown up and forevr is now.
And it's makeing you crazy.
But,
I always loved you.
There is always a question or two unanswered,
cause now you are gone and I never got to say what I meant for you to hear
And never heared what you meant.
It all happened too fast.
You are imortant to me and "I wish I could turn back time to make right now so much better."
That is what we always thought.
And though things grew dreary when you left,
I will always love you.
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