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I wrote you a letter sometime ago, A letter never sent for you to know. We've always been so far apart, it was never fair. But we could always send things through the air. All the things we talk about, They mean so much yet I can't shout... And all I wanted was to say, I miss you every single day. And all I wanted was to say, I miss you every single day! And all the things we talk about, They mean so much yet I can't shout... It fills me with joy to talk with you. I don't care if it brings me pain too... I'm not a perfect person like you say, If I were perfect it wouldn't be this way. All the things they make me do, While all I want is to talk to you. There are some times, when you're away, I find no way, to fill my day. There are some times, when you're away, I find no way, to fill my day! And all I wanted was to say, I'm sorry that things went this way... I feel like a bookmark, inside a book, Beneath a page where noone cared to look. I wrote you a letter a long time ago, I just thought it is something you should know... Deep in my head I hear your voice, You tell me that we had no choice. If you believed that it were true Then tell me why I sing for you? If you believed that it were true Then tell me why I sing for you! Deep in my head I hear your voice, You say to me we had no choice... All the things we talk about, They mean so much yet I can't shout... And all I wanted was to say, I miss you every single day. And all I wanted was to say, I miss you every single day! And all the things we talk about, They mean so much yet I can't shout... (c) Chereal 2010 Mikhail Temkine |