Holding onto memories where I'd always smile,
But now they're out of reach and I'm in denial.
I try to convince myself, things will be the same,
I'm stuck in the same place, everything's a game.
Despite how much you need it, it will always go,
So before it does, treasuring it is your goal.
Life will always present to you what you want the most,
But when you reach out to grab it, it becomes a ghost.
