Walks in the rain.
Talking away the pain.
Dancing with no reason.
Treating silence like treason.
Laughing so hard we cry.
Never wanting to say goodbye.
This is what I remember.
Haven't seeing you since November.
All these memories seem like gold.
All I'm still trying to hold.
This is what I'm left with.
Even though it all seems to be a myth.
I cry out to you.
But you don't have a clue.
It would be grand.
Only if baby... you could understand.
