Time has passed but it still looks the same - Like a portrait in a frame. Thinking back, I had to laugh at those plans that we made: A fairy tale ending with a house by the lake, The sound of little feet prancing on the floor But I can't hear them anymore. Lover's lane used to be a path from me to you, And I wonder if you think about it too or where we lost our way, And how we got from lovers to memory lane. Stood there staring, not knowing what to: Put you back in the drawer for a future rendezvous, Or finally find the courage to throw you away like the future that we made. I was looking for some old something, but I found you instead - Along with feelings I thought were dead. All at once I was taken back to a memory far away. Ran across your picture in a drawer the other day.
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