The bed you slept in,
Is still there,
Your footsteps still echoes,
Your soul still whispers,
I will not touch these memories….
But I will look out my window,
And watch the seasons pass by…..
Waiting for you.
The bed you slept in,
Is still there,
Your footsteps still echoes,
Your soul still whispers,
I will not touch these memories….
But I will look out my window,
And watch the seasons pass by…..
Waiting for you.