Let's fold up all the dresses,

of happier times of younger times of sweeter times

and throw 'em up in the attic!

Let's fold up all the dresses,

of happier times of younger times of sweeter times

and throw 'em up in the attic!

Let's stack up all the photos

of happier times of younger times of sweeter times

and lock 'em up in a box.

Let's burn all of the paintings

and throw out all the roses.

I don't want to remember what you and I used to share!

I don't want to remember what was there.

Let's put on all the dresses

of happier times of younger times of sweeter times

Don't throw 'em up in the attic!

Let's put on all the dresses

of happier times of younger times of sweeter times

Don't throw 'em up in the attic!

Let's look at all the photos

of happier times of younger times of sweeter times

Don't lock 'em up in a box!

Let's hang up all the paintings

and bring in all the roses

I want you to remember what you and I still share.

I want you to remember what's still there.


This song is one I came up with when I was feeling very low. You can read it as a poem, find your own way of singing it, or I can send you the guitar tabs for it. Anyway, just singing it to myself helped me get through my sadness, and it still works. So if this works for you, please tell me.

-Jun Liesel