Snapshots

I really don’t have any right to complain in this way
My life here isn’t so bad, I’m almost embarrassed to say
When I think of all the pain you had to go through
I was going insane thinking well what can I do
I have no right to feel self-pity like this
It all still seems unreal, baby I miss
The things you say, the friend you became
To me you’ll always stay exactly the same
And that’s
Beautiful forever
How strange to think you’ll never
Have to worry about growing old, about
Counting wrinkles and the winter cold, again
In the middle of the night there’s hardly a sound
As if everything’s all right and you’re still around
You were young and strong and completely carefree
And it seems so wrong that you’ll always be
Beautiful forever
How strange to think you’ll never
Have to worry about growing old, about
Counting wrinkles and the winter cold, again