You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened - or you can just leave the pieces on the flor and MOVE THE FUCK ON.

15.9.09

Memory..

This may never start. I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy? Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here I'd be your anything.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start. We could fall apart And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?

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