What Was thought would continue forever was lost in the scent of strawberries
Deserving nothing less than to learn from adversary
The thought of you with someone new is something I need to get used to
Something I need to get used to
Now he's in the back room he's chasing the sun
Knowing it can never be done
The mind can go like a hurricane with the feeling like it's growing untamed
Colors fade knowing life's change
It cut me deep in my soul knowing there's nothing more to be told
Then there's you
I can't describe the feelings I don't know what to do
Stuck in a grave with a pain in my chest
Set there by foolishness
They say time heals all wounds hopefully they're right
What was thought would continue forever was lost in the scent of strawberries
Deserving nothing less than to learn from adversary
The thought of you with someone new is somthing I need to get used to
Something I need to get used to
Something I need to get used to
Something I need to get used to
Something I need to get used to