Why are all the best memories,
The most painful to remember,
It seems like yesterday to me,
Saturday, it was december,
She had dark hair and such bright eyes,
I couldn't do anything to stop her from getting in my mind,
With just one simple smile she got me,
Yet she never intended to keep me,
It was cold and snowy,
The stars could tell the story,
We talked,
We hugged,
We kissed,
All these things I miss,
We told ourselves this is not the last time,
Yet I never saw her again,
Oh those past times,
The time flies by there is no doubt,
It was four years ago and now she's gone.