• Sitting in the cold, dark, emptiness of my complex mind...

    I see an image of your face, memories past and yet to make
    and I wonder. Does he even remember me? I was gone,
    for so long, time had passed, dreams were crushed...

    I'm always wondering...
    questioning....
    thinking...
    always finding ways to run away from my past mistakes...
    or to amend them...

    I want to know if it's too late...
    to talk...
    to catch up...
    cause im reliveing the memories...
    they just wont fade away...

    I wonder....
    I know he remembers...
    but he say he doesn't...
    silly little me...
    He dont care enough to say hi...
    to remember his first love.....
    stupid little me...