Then And Now
Once the memories starts to crawl back there
It feels more unbearable to stand alone here
The sudden laughs we shared with no reason at all
The moments we felt with holding hands as a whole
The everyday circles of talks, peps and plans
Moments we earned the sense of victory with our proud hearts
To be honest I know,
I know that the days I'm dreaming to have
Just like the days we used to have
They are not going to happen anymore
Though I secretly cry, pray and mourn
To have more of them for the rest of my brio
Why can't we have more of it
Whose fault it really is...
When none of us want to be apart but we have to
The world is cruel that way, and for that I hate you
So alas! we keep telling ourselves "our friendship never dies"
Though I sense its' painful dying breaths, trying to pretend
"I never die"
Now, everybody has started to say
That all of us have to move away
Away from the joy and the feelings that we shared together
To have them collected and protected, to have more with strangers
Strangers one day, will become otherwise and collected
Well, here I am speaking out loud, that I’m never going to own
Some fine dusty Albums.
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