Art of Regret

by Mark Esteban   Jul 21, 2005


Old photographs of a love lost
And a wound of a heart never heal
I see you in the far away distance
I know that you would never be mine

Still I dream of us being together
Enjoying the simple things we used to do
Though I always woke up realizing still I’m alone
And that would be a part that I couldn’t get through

I lost you and I know I do
This night covers me the cold breeze of emptiness
As I look back I see a shadow standing in loneliness
I wish I am not that brave to let you go

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