Estrella (TQ)

He can't wake up cause she's not around holding him tight in her arms.
"I'd give everything I have to only do that now",
she wrote with sparkles in the eyes.
Forever is such an abstract word when we don't even know what we'll do tomorrow.
But he know, he knows, he knows, and he wants all the people to know.
Each day, hour after hour, every minute feels better than the one before.
He's a loss for words, but not for thoughts.
The only truth he knows is her.

He's making unwitting strokes on his pillow, while the clock is ticking on and on.
A pen in a hand, the conviction in mind he wouldn't credit those who shouted "give up".
Forever is such a frightening word when we don't even know what we'll be tomorrow.
But he knows, he knows, he knows, and he's like all the people to know.
Each day, hour after hour, every minute feels better than the one before.
He's a loss for words, but not for thoughts.
The only truth he knows is her.
He hates unanswered messages but less than he hates airport halls.
He clarifies he doesn't want to breathe if it's not to share the same air as hers.
Because each day, hour after hour, every minute feels better than the one before.
He's a loss for words, but not for thoughts.
The only truth he knows is her.
And each day, hour after hour, every minute feels better than the one before.
He's a loss for words, but not for thoughts.
The only truth he knows was her.