I always thought about what I would say
Now that you are gone
I hold all those times I could have told you
All those opportunities i had to tell you that I love you
That i can't live without you
That i'm simply lost here
left as a wanderer
I have regular talks with myself
I tell myself what i should have told you
But it's to late for should have
I know that i'll meet you again someday
Perhaps in another life
And i hope you'll understand
That i if i could
I would go back
And say what I should have
