i
hate myself for still thinking of you
im living in the past while the present is moving into the future
and i can't catch up with the pace
i want time to stop
freeze every moment i had with you
and put it into a jar
and when im lonely
i'll open it up, and smell the scent of memory
im living in the past while the present is moving into the future
and i can't catch up with the pace
i want time to stop
freeze every moment i had with you
and put it into a jar
and when im lonely
i'll open it up, and smell the scent of memory