it seems to be getting no easier you know,
the part in my mind where i let you go.
id like to pretend that all is of well
when honestly it gets no better of a story to tell

days turned to months in a time when they were few
now every song book and love poem still reminds me of you,
skies of blue, skies of gray, all tend to lead me astray.

In my dreams I see your smile, and your eyes,
as unrealistic as it seems
they sing songs of old times
cries when i awaken cause its only in my dreams.

do you think of me i wonder
but it will stay one of my biggest blunders


life how you envision it is never what will be