let's turn back time

why is it that the past is almost always so much better than the present.
i miss so many people
so many places
so many things.


don't get me wrong, my life is pretty darn good.
but when i'm sat up here all alone
it seems like there's so much that's gone wrong.


c - i bet you didn't know, but somewhere in this room of mine there's a diary. a diary devoted to my thoughts of you, the uncontrolled madness that flowed from my every inch, that madness was for you. i found this song. it reminds me of you so much.

and i was right there beside him all summer long and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone. but when you think tim mcgraw i hope you think my favourite song, the one we danced to all not long, the moon like a spotlight on the lake and when you think happiness, i hope you think that little black dress, think of my head on your chest, and my old faded blue jeans. when you think tim mcgraw i hope you think of me. september saw a month of tears, and thanking god that you weren't here to see me like that. but in a box beneth my bed is a letter that you never red, from three summers back.