I wish that I could know the person that I lost
before the winter came and covered you in frost.
And when you fin'ly dried and woke up shaking cold
you found that everyone you loved was dead or old.
Try to remember and try to forget
but now that you know you've far too much regret.
Memories die, memories alter.
Once you could see them, now they're gone.
Memories fade, memories falter.
Hearts will be broken, you live on.
And soon as you give in, surrender all your will
that memory it fades, the blood that you have spilled.
It's meaningless and dull, and pointless as can be
for once you become blind you'll learn you've never seen.
Tears cried from pleasure and blood shed for pain,
and yet, when I am gone, the memory remains.
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A thoughtless void
I write sometimes.
Bug Chan
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