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Yesterday. I need you, but I've gone away. Tomorrow brings a new cliche. I'll still hold on to yesterday. |
Yesterday. It's such a spiteful word to say. I need you, but you've gone away. I don't believe in yesterday. |
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Memory. A landscape cluttered with debris. I know we have a guarantee. It can't be just my memory. |
Memory. My mind is filled with soiled debris. I thought we had a guarantee. It must be just my memory. |
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Say goodbye. Just don't expect me to reply. Don't ask me, I refuse to try. I will not let this be goodbye. |
Say goodbye. I won't hear your pathetic sigh. Before you try to ask me why, Just settle back and say goodbye. |
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I don't know. The time seems to go by so slow. It still seems like an hour ago. When did I leave, I just don't know. |
I don't know. It still seems like so long ago. Maybe it's time to let life flow. Don't ask me how, I just don't know. |
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I love you. The words I always did pursue. And now I know I always knew. That I love life and I love you. |
I love you. I guess it's always been taboo. Or maybe words I just outgrew. I never said that I love you. |