Going Fast

Caught with glances past Holding memories going fast Faces lost pasts caught I am sorry but I have no memory Of any times with you As good as you look Your only a odd felt hook And what we had is now only you As I open a new book You would be some thing new Yes I remember But theres nothing that I feel Here to remind me, nothing now here to do I have nothing but pains for the memory Your not even a fact or a smell So untill you are actually bold I will count you as cold Some where in a dream I can't hold