Sitting alone with so many words to say.
But all I can do is watch the day fade away...
I know we haven't talked in a while,
But I've been thinking about you lately...
Dark black hair skims the side of my face,
I stand there still and my heart starts to race...
Just sing a song
to heal a broken heart...
Somebody hears my words,
somebody reads my thoughts...
Trying so hard to impress you
Got makeup on just to catch your eye...
A young girl was left
Walking in the cold...
Used to make me so euphoric
My stomach did somersaults for days...
"The butterflies"
By, Amanda Duckworth...
An old woman in a warn out dusty dress,
Sits alone at the end of a crowded bar...
Beautiful blonde hair she had,
When she smiled, she still looked sad...
Am I just a memory to you now?
Something that happened in your past...