we once walked through that alley
with screams from beams
scattered picturesque
hanging beneath our smiles.
During those days I was happy
so happy that I donʼt wanna wake up
they were my little means of escape
as we shared our memories
they were the peace i missed
my friends whoʼre now fading away
will they remember me?
we have a life in separate ways now
we built pictures in different views now
the memories will remain
but the thing is...
i lost their faces as i hold our flower,
A G A I N
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