He holds her hand as if she’ll be gone
That blue T-shirt man in a restaurant
Watching him smile the sweetest it was made
As he caress her hair that softly fled.
A tear fell down in my eyes
Painted with these fake wide smiles
Asking what if I never gave up
Holding your hand until the pain stop.
But then I know that day will never come
That I would be that girl holding your hand
Accepting the fact that chances for us were gone
My beloved blue T-shirt man.