images go blur while the feeling goes real i told myself 10 years' gone by...
time is just an illusion for me hollowing me out by filling me with daily routines photos in the frame remind me of the emptiness inside some scars can be smoothed can pain deep in one's heart be healed somehow? when your warmth is absent how can i hold my feeling of your existence?
I was young, but now am I mellow I failed to read the stories in your eyes but I've been brave enough to tell a story of mine a story without you |