When i bring back the past
and see all the pictures i hide
i see what i havnt felt on the inside
why do i want to talk to her
why do i want things better
i no One who has the answers
i miss another too
a friend of hers
whos love was true
but not love from the heart
rather one who new what life was about
both are gone
from memories that dont seem far
yet their past a past that i will never reach
what did i understand
why was i so lost
to lose at such a cost
maybe i will figure this all out
and bring them all back
to a garden of roses
to a water thats falling
to anywhere anytime
run away
to be someone
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