Remember the days, way back then,
When you were mine?
And it starts again.
The memories play, spinning the past,
Back when I was yours:
But it couldn’t last.
Things started to change, and fade a little too.
Yet whom can I blame?
It’s just what things do.
And I still mull things over, things I can’t hide,
Like how much I adore
Watching you in your stride.
But it’s a sorrowful joy, and this is quite true,
Because no matter what happens,
I’ll always love you.
