Where did it come from,
I don't dare to ask,
In fear of losing it all and breaking the glass.

Retracing my steps through the trail that I left,
In fear of forgetting where it started,
Forgetting the best.


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Walking backwards through the streets to the place where we meet,

The smiles disappear and I lose you my dear,
I think I'd rather go forwards.


I see a box of broken things,
But it's hidden behind a sepia mist,
And I see her crying in her bed,

Not the faintest clue of what's up ahead.

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Flashbacks in my head, before I ever had you,

I'd rather not think.
I've come a long way from back in that day.


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