why, why's it gotta change
why's it gotta change
memories just fading
why, why do people die
why do people leave
why do even more come, young and new
where, where do they all go
where do they all hide
right behind the curtain
right out of my sight
is this just a game
cause I'm not having fun
this game has lost it's fun
has lost all it's appeal
but maybe i'm to old for this
but it doesnt seem this way
i remember waking up easter morning
right up on the beach
the salty winds mussed my hair
and played with my dress
the one with the flowers
and the satin bow
i remember running barefoot up the road
seconds later, soft sand beneath my toes
i remember smiling every time someone asked me for a pose
to save the moment
to capture a memory
but as i look at this little girl
who is this i see
no way she could be me
she''s simply not tall enough
and where is her makeup
and why is she smiling so openly
I would hide my face
oh how she changed
why, why's it gotta change
memories just fading fast
to fast to catch
so watch them fly
watch them fly
fly away
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