Leaving's Hard

I walk lonely in this wood so dark,
The winds whistle through, the song of the lark.
I felt so cold and lost in this place,
'cause I've forgotten your angelic face.

I look back at all the times we had,
how we cooled down when things got bad,
how we lived our lives like two new lovers,
how we left disgrace under the covers.

I remember your voice and how you talked,
It's about now, I wish I hadn't walked.