Turn to Tell
(Justin Sandercoe)
I turn to tell him things
I still make tea for two
I keep the kitchen clean
The way he'd want me to
Start again, but I'm not ready to move on
'Cos I still turn to tell him, I love him
But he's gone
I miss the mess he made
Of my head when we fought
Over such silly things
I wish we could have talked
A little more, spoke instead of screamed
'Cos when I turn to tell him, I love him
He's just a dream
I lost the second chance
When fate led time away
I keep his picture close
So his memory won't fade
Alive in me, forever with my soul
So when I turn to tell him, I love him
I think he knows
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