I place my hand on a cold window and I watch as my hand makes a print
I take my hand away and study the print
As I watch the print disappear I think to myself
As quickly as the print was made was as quickly as how I fell in love with you
And as slowly as how the handprint disappered is as slowly as it took me to fall out of love with you
Once it disappears it leaves a mark telling you not to forget that it was once there.
