i cannot be your friend for i was your lover and as we sit quietly in your room with your hand in mine i pretend everything will be just fine all the while knowing we will never recover for soon we will part ways and you'll be in the arms of another
recalling the wildflowers in the spring bloom of days passing through fields a new without a care or a worry to hold never had i been so free to appreciate the nature surrounding me oh take me back to the spring bloom without a care or a worry so old