Nothing to hold on to when you're alone, then you find each other.

She heard you're leaving in august.

You promise to write, she's waiting at home.

An unanswered call.

I want you to know I'm alright and missing you.

Too bad I'm stuck here with words from a note you sent long ago: "I'd love you forever"

But I'll be back in november.

I know that by then it will be the end.