Closure - Atlas Losing Grip

How I wish that you and I could sit and talk together

Just one last time

We would share our first and last bottle of whiskey

We would laugh we would cry and speak our minds

So many questions remain unanswered so much left unspoken

Despite demanding that I have done but part of my heart remains broken

Though I never heard from your lips

Those words I always knew

Despite of all our differences

I could always count on you

And the wounds are caused have healed in time

No farewell no last goodbye

We parted on good terms

You and I

Though I never heard from your lips

Those words I always knew

Despite of all our differences

I could always count on you

I write these words for the world to know

And in the end at least we tried

We parted on good terms

You and I