I stare into the water,
just hopping to see you,
come out of it.
Hopping,
that you'll show up,
and tell me,
that this all is just a bad dream.
But you don't show up,
and you don't tell me that it's all just a nightmare.
You can't,
because this,
your death,
my grieve,
it's reality.
I just see you in front of me,
with your smile,
you always smiled,
because you didn't thougth,
about the bad things in life,
you only thought about the good things,
but what's good?
I know you're not coming,
so maybe,
I should come to you...