I turn to tell her things,
I still make tea for two.
I keep the kitchen clean
I know she'd want me to start
Again, but i'm not ready to move on.
'cos i still turn to tell her, i love her
But she's gone.
I miss the mess she made
Of my head when we fought
Over such silly things
I wish we could have talked
A little more, spoke instead of screamed.
'cos when i turn to tell her, i love her,
She's just a dream.
I lost the second chance when fate led time away.
I keep her picture close so her memory won't fade.
Alive in me, forever with my soul so when i turn to tell her,
I love her…
I think she knows.
