I used to think everyday

That seeing you was killing me

Beeing so close but out of reach

Having you near with someone else

Then one day I moved away

Think it better this way

Now I never get to see your face

Or hear your voice or hold your hand

If being near you is dieing

Then being away is surely death

So many things I should've said

Now too late, the words are dead

I know now what I should've asked

And I think I know what you'd say

All too late, now we're apart

And with you I left my heart