I don't want to be
Just your favorite memory
The love who lives in yesterday
The one who got awayI don't want to be
Just some dream of long ago
Where nostalgia bids you go
But your heart can never stayI can't live in dreams
Where it seems that love is
Real and never really is
But only a sweet mysteryI don't want to be
Faceless and forsaken
After love has flown away
Where it goes, I cannot sayI don't want to be
Just another memory
The one who lives in dreams
The one who got away
© Dona Lou Pearson
January 2000, Dona Pearson (donalou) Interview sections you may visit (click)
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