When I look back on my life
and what has become of it
If I could re-live the moment
Would I change a thing?

When I look back in the past
if only these days would last
long gone they are, but forgotten they're not
they stay in my heart


What if I never see you again?
and my memories are all I have left?
As they slip through my fingers,
like sand running through my hands,
I wonder what has become of my life

Life is weird like that
it goes by way too fast
It seems as if, there
is never enough time for everything