Memories and Wishful Thinking

As I sit and stare out the window on the bus,
I rememer what it was like when it was the two of us,
We would sit and talk and you'd hold my hand
But now my life is cold plain and bland.
I think of all the laughter that has now turned to tears,
I think of the happy things we'd done through the years,
I've never felt so lonely, why did I give you a whack?
Why did I walk away? Why didn't I look back?
I wish that I could sitll hold you so tight,
I wish that I had not started that fight,
I want you to listen to me scream, whine and shout
But the best thing to do is find a way out.

~*~*~*~Written by Alice~*~*~*~