As I wait at the stop
I keep looking back, hoping to see you again
While I ignore the cold chilling weather
Peering up in the night sky, looking for a shooting star
So I can wish for a second chance
While I ignore the pounding rain
I start to dream of what could have been
If I asked you that one question
While I ignore all the noises surrounding me
I start to remember every time I was with you
And all the chances I had
While i ignore the people surrounding me
My heart starts to beat faster and faster just thinking about you
I start to cry just thinking about what I missed
While I ignore someone pushing on my chest
I start to see you standing over me over me yelling: 'No! ! I love you! ! '
With those words I feel...
I feel nothing because the dead have no feelings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem