Oh How I Remember Her

Oh how I miss the fresh air Oh how I miss the shortness of breath the sweat I didn't know it at the time That was all a sign of life "You are living" I whisper to my past self in the form of a flashback My friends say you can't change the past But Oh how I miss the what-ifs What if it was different It haunts me What if this is it What if this is all I was meant to be A memory A fading form in a yearbook A girl with a curse to be blissfully unaware Oh how I remember her