I remember that day I longed for you standing in the rain but you never came an the letter you put in my pocket I never got the chance to read must of washed away I really would of like to know what you had said it's still hunts me it's funny how love go's that way I would of follow you too the end of the world but you just wanted to play I ended up getting a cold that day soaked to the bone standing all alone as you went astray in a fabrication of reality you washed away but like a repress dream upon my shores repeating in my head forever more