Walking through the misty rain,
thoughts run though my head.
I wonder what I could have said
that caused this great strain.
I feel like I’m going insane,
wondering why you had to go.
There was so much room to grow.
Only bittersweet memories remain.
thoughts run though my head.
I wonder what I could have said
that caused this great strain.
I feel like I’m going insane,
wondering why you had to go.
There was so much room to grow.
Only bittersweet memories remain.