Flash of the Past.

I have to tell you something, although I've been keeping quiet all this while.

It has always seemed as though the rain fell only on me when you weren't there anymore.

See, what I'm trying to say is :
I might not have been the person you needed for the time you were still around, but you are the person I need and think about almost everyday nowadays.

But just out of fear of getting hurt, I'll just lock myself up and keep the key in a safe place. So that as long as I don't open up, I won't be able to get hurt by the new people who want so badly to get in.

Can you hear me?
Can you read me from up there?
Can you see what I don't show everyone around me that is happening inside of me?
Because I really do miss you heaps for a sister, Lorraine.
Save me a place in Heaven, would you?