I still remember what she smells like
at least I think I do.
And I remember the way she parts her hair
and all the things she likes to do
Yes, I remember her in summer,
in winter, spring, and fall
and I remember the way she broke my trust
and my walk became a crawl
And I remember all the good times...
...and that don't change a thing
She wasn't ready for devotion
No, she had to play her games
Then she had to change all of the rules
and make me the one to blame
Yes, I remember all those lies she told
and how her words had made me feel
And I recall the nights I stayed awake
asking God if it was real
And I remember all the good times...
And that don't change a thing
No, that don't change a thing
So now I wonder if you hear me
and if you don't, then that's too bad
because you should know by now
its not all my fault,
and some things you can't take back
And I remember all the good times...
And that don't change a thing
No, that don't change a thing
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
I still remember what she smells like
at least I think I do.
And I remember the way she parts her hair
and all the things she likes to do
Yes, I remember her in summer,
in winter, spring, and fall
and I remember the way she broke my trust
and my walk became a crawl
And I remember all the good times...
...and that don't change a thing
She wasn't ready for devotion
No, she had to play her games
Then she had to change all of the rules
and make me the one to blame
Yes, I remember all those lies she told
and how her words had made me feel
And I recall the nights I stayed awake
asking God if it was real
And I remember all the good times...
And that don't change a thing
No, that don't change a thing
So now I wonder if you hear me
and if you don't, then that's too bad
because you should know by now
its not all my fault,
and some things you can't take back
And I remember all the good times...
And that don't change a thing
No, that don't change a thing
A song I wrote in the fall of 2012, for my solo project.
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