Do you hold the past in the palm of your hand so that you will never let it go?
Or do you hold it in your heart only for you to know?
If i open my heart again will it all come streaming back in?
Should i just go on and never look back into the black?
Do you remember me everyday of the week?
Or have you moved on and never get a single chance to think back?
Time clicks as i await and years roll by like a strong wave
The hour ends before my take
Sitting,thinking,waiting my mind escapes
The day grows old as night passes
The sun moves to its peak without a whisper on retreat
Time moving, but still empty
Stomach aching,curling, so hard yet so light
I stormed out of the weak feeling and let you finally go