Time and time again I'd sigh
Over and over everyday, I cry
sometimes I can't tell the color of the light
like somethins pulling me away, pulling me tight
I miss alot of things I used to do
and even worse, I still miss you
no matter where I go, I see your face
it seems you're there, all over the place
you never leave me, you never go away
and now I realized, there was more I still had to say
you kissed my lips, and you held my hand
then you broke my heart, I still don't understand
I'm still here living in sorrow
wondering what will happen in my life tomorrow
will I still be here, or will I have one last breath?
You never know what will happen with seconds left
So I tell you now what I've never done before
I've always drempted of one last kiss, just one more
What will happen with seconds left?
Should I tell you or hold my breath?