As you slowly slide
into memory
and I am
left to bury
my dead dream.

I can't help but envy
the one who holds you now,
because it isn't me
to have and hold you now.

As you slowly slide into memory
and I am left to bury my dead dream.

My heart is aching and my spirit yearns,
I have to comfort myself in believing
that there is still so much to learn.

As you slowly slide into memory
the thoughts crawl by, I shudder and sigh.

I can't hold back the tears
as I let them fall, I tell it all
to the one who really cares.