Myself
Somewhere in the dark
I found my empty park
Where all the memories dance
And play I can go there any day
Strange and alone I find myself playing
The songs of the untold
So many questions are left unawnsered
So many reasons are left unsaid
Yes I still cry myself to sleep in my bed
Reminded of all the memories in my head
So here in my empty park I go visit
And hear them play all the memories of
The good old days
Copyright2008
Amanda Vaughn
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