Sitting here, wide awake,
Thinking of the ways things could have been,
If I just would have told you how I feel.
If only we could rewind and go back then.
Sitting on the rocks, my arm around you,
You felt so bad, my insides were all up-side down.
If I had just spit it out and let my heart take control,
But I denied myself and didn't make a sound.
Rubbing your back, trying to tell you through my hands,
You were so caught up in what he did to you,
You never saw me, a whispering wind that wouldn't reach your ears,
If only we could go back, I know what I'd do.
I'd take you hands in mine,
Turn your face to me, eyes together.
Run my hand through your hair as I build up the courage.
I'd bring you close and tell you everything.
Now as I sit here, at the desk, not the rocks,
Alone, not with you, I see how much you've been through
Runnin' my hand through my hair, wondering what I should say
If I ever get a second chance, out on the rocks, alone, to sit with you.
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