Dearest forgotten,
No need to remisce, asits your
unbearable voice we'll miss.
I sayonce more,
select the greatest virtue of your memory.
Try to forget these pieces;
lost and found.
A troubled remorse regret, one gasp before i drown.
Keep crying,are you soaking wet? Keep crying, are you soaking wet yet?
Behind beautiful walls, there's no room for beautiful minds. Weep slowly, as you crowl up off your knees.
Your future's facing sidewalks, and the cracks that lie between.
To tackle missing memories faces falling behind,
but when i survey this everlasting aftertaste,
which always flaunt my mind.
Calm cotton texture on your silk.
Cover up, keep crying.
Are you soaking wet?
I'm soaking wet