Walk out of here,
Remember the times we spent together!
The last curling smoke
The feelings of the life before.
The broken glasses and the shattered dreams
Are not the only things that broke.
Walking over is painful
Knowing you don’t have a fault is killing me more.
Holding hands this long
Memory is a rope that now hangs me till death.
Known long enough,
To forget will take this lifetime.
How do you see my tears,
In the pouring rain?