Not the Same
I’m on a train that passes where we lived and the park she loved to walk through if I were with her. Our old apartment is still there, but it’s not the same, not the same. How could it be the same?
I’m on a train that passes where we lived and the park she loved to walk through if I were with her. Our old apartment is still there, but it’s not the same, not the same. How could it be the same?