Missing you

The days that pass
The clouds that weep
The flowers that I lay at your feet

The promises I made
The lies I told
The lines were blurred but were always so bold

In another life
In another dream
In another past these things would gleam

I'd take it all back
If only I could
And treat you better, I definitely would…

But it's too late now
As I lower my head
And they place your body with the rest of the dead…