You image flashes and just 1 second.
I recognize your face, you look just as old as you were back then.
I thought you would be older.
But you can.t.
You can.t get older.
You.re a ghost.
Created by an illusion.
Embraced by cocaine.
Overdose they said.
Lies!
Tragic that.s how I would say it.
I can hear it by the speed of silence.
It drives me insane.
Lack of courage.
That.s how I would say it.
But I can.t get mad at you.
You.re so innocent.
You drive me insane.
I have to turn my head and say goodbye,
but I can.t.
Reflections of how it could be, keep me here.
With you.
You.re my muse, I can.t let go.
I hope you come to me anew,
But dust to dust they say.. I guess it.s true.
