Saturday, February 28, 2004
Healing Memories
I started to from a pile
A pile of notes and everything you gave me
The pictures and everything
Was just sitting there in the fireplace
The matches was sitting right there
So finally I got
Enough guts
To light
The match
I drop the match
And light the fire
And everything that you gave me
Was up in flames
And it still didn’t stop
The memories of us
So it’s still the memories of us
That will never be gone
(This is how I'm feeling right now!)
chon → 10:49 PM
