If i had to explore, remember, hear you explain one more time i would.
Replay whatever our souls are made of by reliving the countless trials and regulations i see to this day.
To this day i wonder her and not me
What has she got that i long to be, i long to have
What have i misread?
Did you send me signals you haven’t yet said? The feeling of empowerment she must of felt when you said i don’t love you anymore
I can’t forget
The tears i shed that are not yet healed, the summer of 1993.