Ist es wahr, mit den Farben, alles warm und gedimmt?

There are so many things I'm wishing for 

but on the top of my list is written my biggest wish

with the blood from my knuckles 

the letters a little bit smudged from my tears 

"please come back."

it's been almost two years 

and I'm still sitting alone on my balcony at 3am

looking up to the stars 

asking for one of them to fall 

directly into my hands.

I wish I could've held your hand one last time, 

when I had the chance to,

but instead I sat in the corner of the room

silently crying about the thought of you leaving me.

And you did.

No matter how much I love you,

that's the only thing I will never forgive you.