A memory is nothing if it isn't thought of.
Yet even if it is thought of, it will eventually fade.
The effect is wearing off, I'm back to the old glove.
I need to see that beautiful smile, that my God has made.
I don't know how i will make it.
I will be lucky to see you before it comes.
Though the pain is on it's way,
i refuse to sit.
I love you so much, I'd give up my opposable thumbs.