The memories that I have of you
Is fading bit by bit each day
Like that pair of old jeans which was blue
Cuffs worn and torn like wrinkles and hair gray
I am not sure the emotion that I have
If it makes me happy or sad
You were like my favorite pair of old blue jeans
Wearing each single day in those late teen
You were my only true, old best friend
But like those old jeans, our friendship quickly end
Thats’ why, the memories that I have of you
Is fading bit by bit each single day
Like that pair of old jeans which was blue
Cuffs worn and torn like wrinkles and hair gray!
