So here I sit again recalling all the events that have been.
Wondering why I never said the things I should have said, constantly revolving inside my head. My peace time is gradually running out and I know without a doubt I still feel the same way, about you and me and the way we used to be.
Ever since you left me I can't think of a night where I didn't wish you with me.
I find myself waiting once again and it's beginning to show,
Im ageing slowly, but surely in this parody of life.
