staring at the window at the sinking sun.
another painful day is done.
if i could convince myself i was over you now
i'd find a way to go on somehow.
but the pain just grows stonger everyday
i think of you and i'm on my way
down memory lane with your hand in mine.
gues i'm just not the healing kind
another december and the cold winds blow
and night without you are so long
i star at our picture through the firelights glow
and where you are right now i just don't know.
but the pain just grows stonger every day
i think of you and 'm on my way
down memory lane with your hand in mine
guess i'm just not the healing kind
guess i'm just not the healing kind
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