My Yesterdays

Thinking back, thinking back how on that day love died
Looking back, looking back at how I’ve changed

I wish that I, I wish that I could touch the past somehow
I wish that I could rearrange the years.


How many times can I say, “I’m sorry?”
How many times till you forgive?

I guess I don’t really want an answer
I guess I’m afraid you’ll turn away

‘Cause my accusing memories
Persist in always taunting me
Constantly rebuking me for yesterday…
My yesterdays


I look at her; I look at her and I remember us.
She has your eyes; it’s your smile that’s on her face

Is there a way; is there a way for me to heal your heart?
Is there a way that I can win your love again?