Tuesday, 21 February 2012

The past

When will I forget your past, when its etched inside my mind,
When will I forget your photo's, swimming around it all the time,
When will I not remember each special thing you said,
When will I remember that your old love is dead,
When will I think of the future or the present, at this time,
when will I think of one fact, the fact is that you're mine.


I'm always feeling worried, It takes up all my time
But if you were to look at me you'd think I was just fine,
I worry about the future, I worry about the past
Everything moving so slow, its all moving too fast.
From my health to my love to things I'll never say
Please tell me now it won't always be this way.