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We are still young,
And 17,
I look at you,
You look towards me,
I look down,
You look away
Neither will speak,
But both long to say,
"I need you,"
"I miss you,"
"I love you,"
"Come back,"
But instead we just look away.

Minutes become days
Become months become years
Become chances we missed
Just because of our fears.

Now you are 20,
As am I,
I look at you,
You meet my eyes,
I look down,
You look away.
Neither will speak,
But both long to say,
"I need you,"
"I miss you,"
"I love you,"
"Come back,"
But instead we just look away.

Minutes become days
Become months become years
Become chances we missed
Just because of our fears.

Now we are 25,
And I walk down the aisle,
But you're on the church bench,
And you're forcing a smile,
You see me, I look down,
I see you look away.
I waited so long,
And I still hope you will say,
"I need you,"
"I miss you,"
"I love you,"
"Come back,"
But instead you just look away.

Minutes become days
Become months become years
Become chances we missed
Just because of our fears.

Now you're 82,
Just like I would be today.
You set some flowers down,
And you look where I lay.
I watch you and for once,
You do not look away,
And for the very first time,
I hear you say,
"I need you,"
"I miss you,"
"I love you,"
"Come back,"
But it's all too late to say.

Minutes become days
Become months become years
So many chances we missed
Just because of our fears.