I lay underneath this covered porch that covers me from the pouring rain,
My guitar rests beside me, my fingers softly strumming the five strings.
I remember the day we parted, the day everything changed.
I can't be complete, neither can this guitar.
My tears fall gently down my paled face as I recall old memories of you.
You're so far away, yet so close, so how can you be here completely?
I know you're out there; are you next to me?
I whisper into the air, hoping that maybe you'll hear me.
Aishiteru, Aishiteru...
I study the fine details upon this guitar, the raindrops dripping onto the finish.
The wind picks up, spitting the rain onto my weakened form, but I refuse to leave.
I refuse to back away from what I started, I refuse to back away from you.
You are the sixth string on this guitar that's broken and can't be fixed.
I need one more thing, I need you here to fix the sixth string that ties my heart together.
You're so far away, yet so close, so how can you be here completely?
I know you're out there; are you next to me?
I whisper into the air, hoping that maybe you'll hear me.
Aishiteru, Aishiteru...
My eyes are bloodshot from the hours that I spent alone.
I'm laying here, underneath this covered porch, slowly becoming cold from the spitting rain.
I'm waiting here for you to come and wrap your arms around me, come keep me warm.
Aren't you out there? Are you coming? I need your warmth, I need your sixth string.
You're so far away, yet so close, so how can you be here completely?
I know you're out there; are you next to me?
I whisper into the air, hoping that maybe you'll hear me.
Aishiteru, Aishiteru...
And as the rain begins to fall heavily upon the earth, the ground,
I can hear your voice calling out to me, trying to find me.
Where are you?, you're near, I can feel you.
Aishiteru, Aishiteru...
Do you carry this sixth string?
You're so far away, yet so close, so how can you be here completely?
I know you're out there; are you next to me?
I whisper into the air, hoping that maybe you'll hear me.
Aishiteru, Aishiteru...
Author notes
It's about a young girl, a musician, you could say, that lost her lover and he hasn't returned to her yet. He was the completion of her, like the sixth string on a guitar.
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