all i have left, is pictures in my head
we'd walk on beaches, hand and hand
we'd draw our names, in the sand
around our names, there'd be a heart
signifying that, we'll never part

this is only a fantasy
of what i want us to be

cause all i have left, is pictures in my head
pictures and fantasies, make up my memories
is that, so wrong
i'm here, and your gone
it seems that's the story, of my life.