• When the people we love pass away
    We fill with sadness and despair
    We always think of them, night and day
    And depression we'll always share.

    They are gone
    They are here no more
    My heart aches
    My heart is sore

    I never knew I loved them much so
    NOW see we the love I show
    After they are gone and dead
    Regret pulses through my head

    If only I knew before
    Then I'd turn back time
    and love you more
    I am a victim of irony


    Gone Gone
    They are no more
    If only I knew
    If I knew before