Old feelings of days gone by come at me from all sides, and I relish in the rush of things not there
These are the things that I love, these are the things that live on
In tomorrow’s future lives, lives I’ll never get to see
And if I did, I wouldn’t begin to recognize these things I knew so well
They don’t look like they used to, but they feel the same
They feel like things I’d like to have again
And I try
Try to pin them down,
In a frame
Too bad I didn’t take many pictures
I try
I’ll try again
When these old feelings strike again
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