and i'll keep every memory of ya
away in a shoebox
a box of love
a box of memories
each one an unique experience
over the years i keep
over the years i remember
u are wad u are to me still
haven changed
not for abit
not for awhile
if u ever still remembered a card tat u wrote
i'll tell ya tat all tats inside
im workin hard to make it true one day
and when tat day
it'll be like the exact same
where u'll be the first
to see wad we can have together

under the apple tree
hand in hand
watchin every sunrise and set
till we both grow old
when our hair shall turn white with time
its only our love tat stays gold

startin a day
awaitin the end of another
when this aint over by a long shot
blowin hot and cold
a day like this
and im standin still like the weather doesnt matter at all
an expired promise
no longer clear bout such feelins
the movies
the books and the music
in control no more
too much rules and philosophies
happiness onli happens after sadness
and not to mention the temptation to scream
can it be easier
cuz it only seems to keep on goin back
it all falls apart

i dun think its fair
to keep on givin
i dun think its right
to keep on doin

its good to let things off ur chest
only if u had someone to talk to
its good to let out ur feelins
only if u had someone to pour out to

along the way we lost ourselves
within ourselves we lost our way
im still here
till the break of day
memories fade away
when time ceased to stay