on this cold lonesome night by myself with my radio, I can't help but wonder what she's doin now. As the thoughts come in of days of our past, Showing all of the good memories and how we hoped they would last. since these days there has been nothing but pain, for when the time comes for me to travel home the pain will be gone and my thoughts can roam. The most pain comes not from thoughts but from forgetting, the pain from forgetting what it feels like to be lying by her side, forgetting the feel of her skin and the softness of her touch,and the sweetness in her kiss. From day to day you begin to forget more and more until it all feels as if it was just a dream. A dream that was ment to pass, but felt as real as another day. What would happen if we both forgot what it was like to be together,
