What happen to your touch?
What happen to your kiss?
It's the things that I dream of.
It's the things that I'll always miss.
It was our last time I remember,
Our last time of making love.
It was my last time I go to touch you.
My last hug that I would get.
You never got to say good-bye.
Even though you had to go.
They said that it was your time even though I disagree.
My love for you will never change,
thats what's killing me inside.
For when you left this world behind,
You left me behind too.
