I spend the nights thinking, thinking of how different things might be, change or no change, I don't know if I'll ever feel the same. I'm convinced things won't ever be the same. So I'll move on with my zippo and cigs, seeking the meaning to love, to feel, to live. I shall forgive, and stand forgiven, and let things be, and promise I won't dream, another dream by thee.
I look up at the stars, wondering if your ever looking with me. I sing to our songs, wondering if your singing with me. I look past our memories, wondering if you ever think of me.
