Old feelings starting all over
is it you or is it him...

I cried when i went to bed
i simply got up...

I always focus on the bad things
that have to do with you and me...

I want the sound
of your voice...

I watch the snow
fall from the sky...

I close my eyes
i think of the possibilities...

You blind me by your love
then lead me across...

What a great teacher you are
a few of us choose...

All of the tears
i have cried for you...

Its dark and frightening
i lok in to the dark...

There is this
thing called fate...

I helped you heal
when you needed it most...