DRIP O GRIP

Hey when I think of you
Say it can’t be true
I won’t hear your voice – again

And the things I’ll miss the most
Won’t be your perfect skills
But your rare phone calls

We climbed the sky
And we fell back to the ground
But in good and bad
You are my friend
And you will always be
I love you

Think of all the things that I
Should have told you
Think of all the things that you
Should have told me

                            (Raiz)