You may ask where I have gone, but it was not my choice to leave.
I used to love watched the seasons change through the window behind me, the wisdom imparted will never be forgotten.
How on earth could I forgive myself?
This a misfire, a misfortune, I miss you, doctor.
Raking the sand into lines and patterns, eating dark chocolate as the rain would leak through the roof.
Maybe I need help now and again,
Maybe I need your help now and again.
This is all too much hurt for me, you were there when I needed you the most.
So I hope you can remember. I am sure to call you in the morning.