In Repose...
If i could hold your hand, so tightly
Our fingers choke
Desperately holding on, to what theres left
And wishing that i was with you
And there lies so many times i wish that i told you i love you
And i did it but now i can't hold you
I just miss you, and i can't even think of your face
When i do i just break down and cry
In the dead of night
At place that you rest, in the grave thats now your bed
Carrying roses
And holding
Hope til my body is frozen
Right next to you
Till im frozen right next to you
Our fingers choke
Desperately holding on, to what theres left
And wishing that i was with you
And there lies so many times i wish that i told you i love you
And i did it but now i can't hold you
I just miss you, and i can't even think of your face
When i do i just break down and cry
In the dead of night
At place that you rest, in the grave thats now your bed
Carrying roses
And holding
Hope til my body is frozen
Right next to you
Till im frozen right next to you
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Writer(s): Preston Green
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