I wrote this song on a quiet afternoon
I'm torn up inside and my heart's apart
How can I hold on
I can't see the clock running down
The world's halfway around
Memories will be forgotten in the end
I can't see your beautiful face.
Thinking again
A picture of you comes to mind
You and him in front of me
I can't see it, the time goes backwards
The world is half empty
Memories are forgotten after all
Write a song of ours, theirs
It's all about the joy you had
It's a hard one. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this.
Without a trace of memories in my eyes
Singing the memories softly
Tears on the piano
At this point I forgot that you already have someone else
Write a paragraph of my memories, your memories
If you will still cherish them
Bearing the pain with my heart
Burying the past with my hands
Write a paragraph of my memories, your memories
Write a paragraph of my memories, your memories
In the end it was you who had to give up
I didn't have time to ask you
You were in his arms
Write a song of ours, of theirs
It's all about your happiness
It's about sadness followed by indifference
To get through it like that
Write a song of ours, of theirs
There are too many things not to say. p>There's too much to say
Wait till after that and tell me
There's someone who'll never be lonely again