Atlas Losing Grip Closure
How I wish that you and I could sit and talk together
Just one last time
We would share our first and last bottle of whiskey
We would laugh we would cry and speak our minds
So many questions remain unanswered so much left unspoken
Despite demanding that I have done but part of my heart remains broken
Though I never heard from your lips
Those words I always knew
Despite of all our differences
I could always count on you
And the wounds are caused have healed in time
No farewell no last goodbye
We parted on good terms
You and I
Though I never heard from your lips
Those words I always knew
Despite of all our differences
I could always count on you
I write these words for the world to know
And in the end at least we tried
We parted on good terms
You and I
