If only you were here

If only you were here, with me

And hadn't left me in agony

I would've clung onto you, my love

And wouldn't dwell on the past, acting like an imbecile.

All those obscure thoughts succumb me to despair

Here I am, left in a state of melancholy

Where, what lies within is vexatious to behold

'Cos I can neither bid adieu nor find salvation.