His picture forms in your mind
that's why all your thought lag behingd...

How do I feel when I'm with you?
As fresh as the Morning, and sweet as her dew...

The times I cry because there's no hope
The tears that won't fall because I can't cope...

There's so many things I wish I hadn't said
I let people in my life, what got into my head...

How come it ends?
Where happiness reaches the bend...

How do I feel when I'm with you?
As fresh as the Morning, and sweet as her dew...

Will you remember me
When I am old...