The days of liveliness have come and gone,
now a exhausted little town stores the memories...
In dreams,
your words are finished...
On occasion there would be chocolates.
Perhaps a flower...
Say I'm beautiful,
I will say, I am not...
You don't know how much it takes,
to kick a can down the road...
Only your eyes,
can lock to mine...
Oh boy,
your on the top...
You told me to promise,
not to cry over you...
This color can be so dark,
almost like night sky...
I know that your there
i can feel you breath...
If I say I'm fine
do you believe me...
These tiny pieces,
are difficult to pick up...