I bet you wish you had her now

Just laying in your arms.

Wind surrounds the truth sometimes

But recoils in your charms.

I bet you wish you had one kiss

From those tender lips of hers.

Roots form indestructible trees

All is fallen in the cures.

I bet you wish you heard her voice

So tender in your ear.

Wood creaks on a old floor

When it is her you want to hear.

I bet you wish you would have been true

And not carried on your charade.

She heard you were a clown

She just missed the parade.