• Long Gone

    What choice do I have
    But to let you go?
    Oh, I would give anything
    If I could only turn back time,
    Revisit those brief summer days
    When you liked me.

    Oh, it's a cruel kind of irony
    That brought me here
    I wasted my golden opportunity, and now?
    Now I can only stand,
    Alone and wondering, watching
    As you walk away from it all,
    From me

    Can you hear my voice on the wind?
    I'm calling your name,
    But you refuse to turn around.
    My cries fall on uncaring ears.
    It's too late now for retrospect, for regret;
    You're long gone.