Stepping through Memory Lane - Mel Afoa

Laying there at midnight,
Twisting and turning my phone,
Waiting for a text or a call from you
but it's impossible, like waiting for rain in a desert.
There is no point erasing your number,
because it's stuck in my head like super glue.
So many people, so many warnings,
telling me to stay away from you and your ways,
and yet I'd stay awake at night, watching you in my head,
remembering your smile, your warmth, your love,
and I can't help but draw a little smile and a tiny tear.
I'd talk about you for a while, remembering the intimacy,
Stepping through Memory Lane,
You were the only one I could see myself being happy with,
the only one that I found contentment and love with,
I found what love meant, I felt it seep through my body,
your love made me stronger, better, more open.
I tried erasing you out of my life, deleted photos and emails,
deleted text messages, MSN conversations,
but there were too many, and they were etched to my soul,
and as much as I wanted to rip each piece out of my heart,
I really tried, and couldn't.
Purposely sending you a text message, just to see if you'd reply,
and even when your playing hard to get,
I still want you to love me once more like you did.
I want to hold you again, to kiss our lips,
to feel your hands running down my skin, weaving through my heair.
I keep saying I'd move on to friends and foe alike,
but it's impossible because your stuck in my head so tightly,
I can't help but feel this way towards you,
your the definition of a drug, so addictive and hard to get rid of,
I need you back, I need my life, I need my heart, I need you,
And so I'd remember your words when we walked through the park,
stepping through Memory Lane.