There's one thing i've got stuck in my mind,
Of how i looked for you, but there was nothing to find.
And how i lost my patience, waiting for you,
oh, and how your son misses you too.
I kissed another man earlier today,
my stomach churned but i did not turn away.
The waiting is slowly making me insane.
So, as your child grows and gets his first kiss,
i think of you and the kisses that i miss.
And i grow old and bear another child,
to a man whose name is long gone but still filed.
And my hair slowly turns gray,
my hands wrinkly but in your hands they stay.
The years pass and pass and your son marries,
and his wife, so beautiful, a grandchild she carries.
My first stroke occured about an hour ago,
i slipped, and hit my head againt a table, so low.
I'm dizzy, but all i think about is you,
our son visited me and he cried too.
I attended my funeral about a day back,
i looked so old, oh and the color i lacked!
But i also saw you there, waiting for me,
as i cried in your arms, i knew it was meant to be.
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