Times in which I try to forget...
Times in which I wanted to leave...

What is love?
It's a small white dove...

Still and transfixed.
These memories seem to not disappear...

For those few times
When I'm not crying in my room...

Lonely places.
Unseen tears...

For those few times
When I'm not crying in my room...

Memories once forgotten,
Locked away so they won't return...

I wish I could forget,
Forget about him...

Many nights have gone by that I don't sleep.
Nights in which I dare not dream...

You had jet black hair and dark brown eyes.
You always protected me and cared for me...

You were always there for me.
You were always looking out for me...

His hair wavers in the breeze,
The sun shines on his face...