Maybe is thinking through different prospectives that makes real whatever you're living and passing by...
The days are gone, sometimes even too fast, too similar one to another to keep a perfect memory of each one...but they are passed and gone...the memories sometimes make you laugh, sometimes they make you cry but isn't this what we all go through to find the other half of this true? And what if there's no true? Haven't you think about that? Never?
Sometimes is hard to say goodbye, sometimes you got that feeling to say "just wait one more minute, just one more" and the words just choke in your deep self...I'm still here by your side, everything is gonna be fine now but nothing is gonna last forever...I never said that and I just knew that you were not gonna stay...
You were crying while whispering those words, is that what we leave when we're gone? When we share a memory we become part of another memory yet to start, when we share a laugh is just like join our souls forever, melting them together, chasing themselves 'til the end of the times...
It's always the same float of emotions, hiding in empty walls while all the unsaid comes to the light and make us wish to be gone...
And even after everything I still wandering where you will be now, if you're still watching at the same moon of once and if you still bear the same sorrows and the same nightmares that had taken you away...if only you were still here...
The days are gone, sometimes even too fast, too similar one to another to keep a perfect memory of each one...but they are passed and gone...the memories sometimes make you laugh, sometimes they make you cry but isn't this what we all go through to find the other half of this true? And what if there's no true? Haven't you think about that? Never?
Sometimes is hard to say goodbye, sometimes you got that feeling to say "just wait one more minute, just one more" and the words just choke in your deep self...I'm still here by your side, everything is gonna be fine now but nothing is gonna last forever...I never said that and I just knew that you were not gonna stay...
You were crying while whispering those words, is that what we leave when we're gone? When we share a memory we become part of another memory yet to start, when we share a laugh is just like join our souls forever, melting them together, chasing themselves 'til the end of the times...
It's always the same float of emotions, hiding in empty walls while all the unsaid comes to the light and make us wish to be gone...
And even after everything I still wandering where you will be now, if you're still watching at the same moon of once and if you still bear the same sorrows and the same nightmares that had taken you away...if only you were still here...
...and I wish...again...and again...
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