What I Would Do

The voices in my head that said
you were the only one
they came back
in notes of black
to whisper what I'd done.

The pictures in my mind
I find when I close my eyes
the colors fade
and you're portrayed in only black and white.

Because I think about you,
think about me too.
Write a song and sing along,
that's what I would do.

The words you spoke
fade as smoke
but now they're in my clothes
and my hair and everywhere
your words are in my throat.

Empty prayers
to empty air
but still I must repeat
words of love are not enough
but mean so much to me.

Because I think about you,
think about me too.
Write a song and sing along,
that's what I would do.
Know I think about it,
know I love you still.
If you think about it,
know I always will.