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.