Nineteen Years of Heartache

It's been nineteen years, four months and ten minutes. The thought of

you still exists. Some I try to erase, others stored in a safe place

like a locket I can't resist. Do you think about the good times we had?

Or the arguments that sometimes got bad? I couldn't live without you from

the start. Even now apart, you're in my heart. Why

we let them tear us apart? We were happy just starting a family,

you and me. Why'd it have to end this way? Each night I

pray, come back to stay. I want you back in my