Memories pour over
like water rushing over a waterfall.
Of me,
of you,
of us together.
I look back on these memories and ask myself,
"Why, why did I let you go?
I should have said something,
should have cried out."
But I didn't,
I was too scared,
Too caught up in my own greif.
And now you're
GONE
like water rushing over a waterfall.
Of me,
of you,
of us together.
I look back on these memories and ask myself,
"Why, why did I let you go?
I should have said something,
should have cried out."
But I didn't,
I was too scared,
Too caught up in my own greif.
And now you're
GONE