Nov 2013
When the sweet memories of you pass from the final grasps of my mind
What becomes of me
Will my soul find a resting place
Will I feel the anxiety of an untimely death
The memories are slipping away like a final breath
I'm desperately holding on to
All that I have left
What becomes of me
Will my soul find a resting place
Will I feel the anxiety of an untimely death
The memories are slipping away like a final breath
I'm desperately holding on to
All that I have left
I love you and I'm trying to keep the flame alive with everything that is in me..
