another snapshot of my messy table.
a good memory becomes painful
when you realize it's part of a good bye.
that it'll never happen again.
no matter how happy i am
how wide my smile
or how hard i laugh...
you get my point.
but i'm determined.
no matter how hard i try to be a friend.
he pushes me down to stranger,
stranger,
stranger.
oh well, eh?
another stride in the snow
another walk in the cold
it's another day
gone too soon
some words better left unsaid
some feelings should've been portrayed
another memory
another goodbye.
really need to focus on how crazily detrimental my olevels are.