Memories of what used to be, by beautyisinside
Looking out the window through the glass.
Hearing the radio play songs that remind me
of what used to be. Thinking of memory after
memory. Thinking I traveled so far only to get hurt.
I risked it all for a feeling called love. It broke my
heart minute after minute to realize I would not be coming
back. As the tears fall down both the sides of my face.
They keep falling over and over again. I try to tell myself
not to let it get to me but I see you still and wanting to
turn back time I can't. To go back to that happy place
where we both felt loved and we were in love.
|Posted: 2007-08-15 01:19:46 UTC|
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