Testo Jasmine

These flowers wilted they have no love for me
And i have this memory this memory of you
In my head as clear as a photograph
And I'm deep inside you holding my hands forever on my mind
I wish i never let you leave
Watching you walk away nearly killed me
Let my voice sing and my eyes cant see my mistakes
When you left my lungs came back On the set of what i used to be and the soul of what I used to be
All I have is this memory of you