what good was living, loving, suffering?
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i want to think you're still listening to me.

lady friend.

the long road ran straight,
the car was running fast
the sweet summer had just begun,
he was sitting next to her, smiling.

a hand gripped the steering wheel tightly,
the engine was singing loudly
you couldn't have known that death
was waiting for you that day.

you couldn't have known that death was there
when you're young it's strange
to think that fate
could come and lead you by the hand.

you couldn't have known, but how did you feel
when the road turned upside down
when the car went off the road
and landed on another one?

you couldn't have known, but what did you think
when the crash killed you
when even the sky above crumbled
when your life left you?

afterwards, silence only reigned
among twisted metal.
you were looking for life on the highway
but death met you.

i'd like to know what good was
living, loving, suffering
spending all your days
when you had to leave so soon?

but i want to remember you as you used to be
to think you're still alive
i want to think you're still listening to me
and that you're still smiling, as you used to.

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