Walking city streets
Late at night.
I can’t sleep,
The bed still made.
Remembering
How we used to be;
The memories
Never fade.
Each corner I turn
Where recollections
Still burn,
I really should have stayed.
Walking city streets
Late at night.
I can’t sleep,
The bed still made.
Remembering
How we used to be;
The memories
Never fade.
Each corner I turn
Where recollections
Still burn,
I really should have stayed.