Time Passes,
Faces Fade,
Some die.
Noone left,
To say goodbye,
Nothing left,
To hold on to.
Maybe you should leave,
Pack your bag and grab your shoe
But the only thing that had stayed,
Were your memories.
As blackness is made,
You remember smiles,
You remember laughs,
You wonder how it all came to and end,
You think of all the time spent,
Worrying about how friendships would mend.
But now you miss it all.
No one's left,
Nothings left to fall...
But why do you decide to stay?
And swallow in all the memories of a broken past? |
