And I cannot remember what life was like through photographs. And trying to recreate images life gives us from the past. And sometimes its a sad song. And I'm movin on, down my street, I see people I wont ever meet. I think of him, take a breath. Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps. And sometimes its a sad song.
But I cannot forget, refuse to regret. So glad I met you and take my breath away. Make everyday worth all of the pain that I've gone through. And I've been crying cause things ain't how they used to be. He said, the battle's almost won and we're only several miles from the sun.
Rhythm of the conversation. The perfection of his creation. The sex he slipped into my coffee. The way he felt when he first saw me. Hate to love and love to hate him. Like a broken record player, back and forth and here and gone and on and on.
But I cannot forget, refuse to regret. So glad I met you and take my breath away. Make everyday worth all of the pain that I've gone through. And I've been crying cause things ain't how they used to be. He said, the battle's almost won and we're only several miles from the sun.
Rhythm of the conversation. The perfection of his creation. The sex he slipped into my coffee. The way he felt when he first saw me. Hate to love and love to hate him. Like a broken record player, back and forth and here and gone and on and on.
