and
After all, they are just memories like the photo
of my past, of my childhood.
It's a time that has come and gone, becoming their significant.
With each passing second, why should I stay?
I look at them, every few years, and while it's refreshing.
Sitting there, it deepens my fears.
It's a time that has come and gone, becoming their significant.
With each passing second, why should I stay?
Magnetic particles, encased in plastic, slowly degrading.
Into dust, why should I care?
I have these dreams that when I die, I won't have anything, and it makes me smile.
It's a time that has come and gone, becoming their significant.
With each passing second, why should I stay?
They are cold, just to remind me of my past.
They are cold, just to remind me of my past.
They are cold, just to remind me of my past.
