I found a photo of us just yesterday
You were holding me and it was Halloween
It’s nice to see us together that way
Like a memory that will never fade
I don’t know how I’ll walk down the road
Without your hand to hold
I don’t know how I’ll smile during the day
Without you seeing your face
I don’t know how to tell a lie from the truth
I don’t know I’ll find me
Without you
Time has a way of taking you by the hand
And forcing you to follow
When all you want to do is look back
To the past
And forget about tomorrow
I hear people say “live for today”
But it’s so hard to do when you’re haunted by the memories
Of a thousand yesterdays
I don’t know how I’ll walk down the road
Without your hand to hold
I don’t know how I’ll smile during the day
Without you seeing your face
I don’t know how to tell a lie from the truth
I don’t know I’ll find me
Without you
It’s getting so hard to remember
The little things, like the green in your eyes
The way you used to sing
And the way you told me stories at night
Why do I feel like it’s time to surrender?
Letting go, moving on
Seems so hard to do now that you’re gone
I don’t know how I’ll walk down the road
Without your hand to hold
I don’t know how I’ll smile during the day
Without you seeing your face
I don’t know how to tell a lie from the truth
I don’t know I’ll find me
Without you
It’s hard to let people in
Since you’re the one who closed the door
I don’t know if I’ll ever trust again
Not the way I did before
I don’t know how I’ll walk down the road
Without your hand to hold
I don’t know how I’ll smile during the day
Without you seeing your face
I don’t know how to tell a lie from the truth
I don’t know I’ll find me
Without you
I never knew how high I could fly
Until I was forced to try
So I’ll take out another photograph
Just to remember the life I had…
What do you think?
[Photo via flickr]
Viewtiful_Justin says
Seriously Mel, find someone who writes music and get these things out there!
Mel-Rox says
I agree again. I found myself trying to figure out a tune for the words.
Melissa says
See, this is why I need you two to silence my inner critic. I think half of these sorts of things I write are horrible.