Gone.

Loving you was just a given
Like tomorrow follows day
Now i look back and wonder
What happened to yesterday
Were you just a song on the radio
A voice on the telephone
A heart that beat to a rhythm
In perfect sync with my own
Were you pure imagination
Were you more then just a dream
Knowing that someone else has your heart
Leaves me fighting the urge to scream
Were your whispers carried by the wind
Or the billows of my soul
Perhaps a haunting melody
For whom the bells toll
Yesterday becomes a blur
Your colors begin to fade
The only thing that's left behind
Are promises that were made.

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Regret doesn't help you.