through the mirror of my mind,
time after time,
i see reflections of you and me.
cause although your gone,
i keep holding on
to the happy times,
when you were mine.
reflections of the way life used to be...
sometimes they get cloudy,
sometimes they get distorted,
and then again,
sometimes they just get you through a moment.
a time when life was sweet,
the smiles and the laughs that were exchanged
in just a quater second of time,
with really no meaning,
are the very same moments in time
that defy us.
they make up out history.
they, when compiled,
tell a story.
it's kind of amazing.
take for granted so many things.
every second, something happens we think
i will never forget this...
and two seconds later,
we forgot what we were thinking about.
reflections of the way life used to be.