question your actions...
And I though I was done and I had forgotten about her and all of a sudden she entered my thoughts and dreams again and it reminds what I had. My choices, my regrets.
some where I got lost, it not much use in trying to pin-point. I know all that I've lost and more so I regret I lost touch with the person I ever loved the most. It has been nearly a year since we were close together and she's still haunting my dreams. I wish it would stop, I wish I had no regrets, I wish I could be close with her again. You tried to do everything you could, harder then I ever did and I always threw it away. I miss her pale ankles protruding up from those cow slippers and your baby blue cow pajamas, wake up next to her and spending a morning not doing anything but lounging around and playing the day in our own space. We had it, we really had it and I torture myself thinking of those days; can I overcome it again. She's still special to me so fair and so sweet, so loveable and so unforgiving. She was not a dream and I was the nightmare. It's all too sad, too little, too late. I never got to take her many places and I never got to show her how good it was to be with her, to return the favor. I know never again, never again it will be me with her. We can never touch again. I spin further, and I'm spineless. I listen and reminisce.
And I though I was done and I had forgotten about her and all of a sudden she entered my thoughts and dreams again and it reminds what I had. My choices, my regrets.
some where I got lost, it not much use in trying to pin-point. I know all that I've lost and more so I regret I lost touch with the person I ever loved the most. It has been nearly a year since we were close together and she's still haunting my dreams. I wish it would stop, I wish I had no regrets, I wish I could be close with her again. You tried to do everything you could, harder then I ever did and I always threw it away. I miss her pale ankles protruding up from those cow slippers and your baby blue cow pajamas, wake up next to her and spending a morning not doing anything but lounging around and playing the day in our own space. We had it, we really had it and I torture myself thinking of those days; can I overcome it again. She's still special to me so fair and so sweet, so loveable and so unforgiving. She was not a dream and I was the nightmare. It's all too sad, too little, too late. I never got to take her many places and I never got to show her how good it was to be with her, to return the favor. I know never again, never again it will be me with her. We can never touch again. I spin further, and I'm spineless. I listen and reminisce.