Walking in my own room,
voices fill my heard,
laughter echos from deep within,
like a faded book,
the story is forever old,
and it's been told,
that one that hurts the most,
whenever you get so close.
I lay on that bed,
and a movie starts to play,
reminding me of those days,
where we never did cry,
and if a tear fell from your eye,
it was of love.
Now my room,
no my only church,
my peace of mind,
my saftey from the past behind,
is filled with tears,
from this past year.
Why did we fight so much?
always over stupid things,
yet it was so serious,
but don't forget me please.
if these awlls could speak,
they would tell stories,
of you and me.