I don’t know
Where the strength will come from
To move forward without you here
Or how I will make the climb
And face all my fears
’cause even though 
I’m not really alone
It feels like no one’s near
Since the night I got the call
And it was whispered in my ear

I never had the chance to say goodbye
Or tell you I loved you
One last time
It happened so suddenly
Gone in the blink of an eye
And with so much left
I wish i’d said kept inside

Frozen since that moment
Lost in a haze
Of words never spoken
Like a mouse in a maze
I search for the answers
Only you can give
I spin around in circles
Waiting for something to give
But I can’t forget the night
I finally lost the will to try

I never had the chance to say goodbye
Or tell you I loved you
One last time
It happened so suddenly
Gone in the blink of an eye
And with so much left
I wish i’d said kept inside

You may not hear me
But I’ll say it now
I miss you and I love you
Even if the words don’t matter now
But still I wish I’d said this
Before you left without a sound
Because no matter how loud I scream it
It can’t bring you back around
And I can’t just wait until I see you again
Only stare at the consecrated ground

I never had the chance to say goodbye
Or tell you I loved you
One last time
It happened so suddenly
Gone in the blink of an eye
And with so much left
I wish I’d said kept inside

Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.

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