Tortures of the damned

We used to spend hours on our backs
feeling the grass between our toes
Drinking the sun and fighting away the clouds
loving every second with eachother

watching the summer rain from my window
I miss those times
the grass doesn't feel the same
without you

the stains on our clothes didn't bother us
we laughed all our troubles away
when winter came we made angels in the snow
cought snowflakes on on our tongues
loving every second with eachother

watching the summer rain from my window
I miss those times
the snow never felt the same
without you

I'd love to miss you
if you were still with me
but life is unbearable
when I'll never see your face again