since we broke up i prayed to god that you would turn back, just to see me again one last time. in a fervent will to at least kiss my skin one last time. i know the devil made his way through our love, until there was nothing left to save; the first time i walked out and looked back, the second time it was your turn and you didn't come back. until now i cannot understand why you fought so brave for your love, and when we did get back together, you just ran away with someone else. it was all for nothing? was it my fault? i will never know and i'm bad at letting things go.
but if you'd turned back i might've called out your name.
if you'd turned back i might've kissed you away.
if you'd turned back, i'd sure carry you home.
if you'd gotten good news, i might've hung up the phone.
if you'd turned back then, i wouldn't have watched you go.
i would love you again if you had come back home.