Even though the moment passed me by,
Makes me wanna go back and cry.
Scars are souvenirs of the past,
I'm looking forward, walking fast.
I still think of you all the time.
Time is old, time is new
Just something I have to get used to.
Walking fast, getting through
Somehow it always leads back to you.
I know I saw what I wanted too.
Shut out the bad,
Either way I was always sad.
But throughout all this confusion,
I think we will somehow make it through.
Each day just keeps on draggin by,
Bringing with me some new light.
Submitted: November 14th, 2003
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