the only piece i still can grip with my hands are the pieces of the memorys ofnyour heart. not the same old songs anymore. wakeing eyes, i would die to seenthat again. the only thing that still can fit in my heart are the pieces of thenmemorys of your smile. not the same old songs anymore. your excuse, i could diento hear that again. wakeing. the sheets in your bed, the smell of your hair,nit's all gone now for sure. why..you? all of those tapes has played out it'snrole now. just a single breeze of your life.n