(d. sahanaja - b.kassan)





She never tells him what she wants or what she needs.



It seems to him the time is lost. it's so hard to believe.



He thought they had a real good time - or so she said.



But now he knows their passion played a tape inside her head.



Things they would say



Moments aflame -



And now it's over.



Another day on his own



And now it's just a haze of memory and



He's alone.



And how the time has passed him by inside his room.



A chord is strucka melody comes floating from him soon.



And now he's found the simple pleasure inside his head.



A memory lost on paper in a box under the bed.



Moments aflame -



Nowhere the game -



And now it's over.



Another day on his own



And now it's just a haze of memory and



He's alone.



The kind of pain



He must outgrow



For what it's worth now



A memory and he's alone.



He's alone.



He's alone.



He's alone.