(d sahanaja - bkassan)
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 struck, a 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