In The Past
Here I am again
Alone with the pain
Here I am alone
Again
In my loneliness
Your memory to my heart I press
Hoping you can feel my love somehow
I can't go back and change what is
Memories are a kind of prison
It's in the past that you will always be
So take me back there if you can
So I can take you by the hand
And show to you what will never be
The walks we never had
The hand I never held
The love I never shared with you
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