its hard to think when your memories gone to waste,
forget all that you create and fade,
forget all that you said and hide,
forget all that you learned and die.
cant get much worse than this, left under the bridge,
with everything left unknown,walk this land
with lightless feet, seen him drop dead on a corner street.
ive seen his last breath but winter it was not,
the ghost of this man i will forget not! for he has learned
his purpose and has gone with a fight, he has protected,and he has pretended, in a live body his soul was truley gone from the start, no purpose was set in his way, but still he fought, fought for the pain to live each day.
forget all that you see and fade,
forget all that you hear and hide,
forget al lthat you feel and die.
he is lost for you, he once told me in a letter,
for he could not kive without your lifeless eyes,
so full of false hope and pride,
he enjoys the falling hopes and dreams in your heart.
to him they mean nothing and soon to you as well,
he once told me in a letter,
forget all that you need and fade,
forget all that you want and hide,
forget all that you have and die.
