Memories...
Sometimes
Out of the corners of my mind crawl
Fleeting thoughts and feelings that I
Used to have
of us, of you
And I can't
help but cry
inside
Because I never told you how
I felt
about you, about us
And now it's too late
To say, to feel
what I want and we
are
not
we
Out of the corners of my mind crawl
Fleeting thoughts and feelings that I
Used to have
of us, of you
And I can't
help but cry
inside
Because I never told you how
I felt
about you, about us
And now it's too late
To say, to feel
what I want and we
are
not
we