Living life at the speed of a normie per sh*t occurs while you've got no choice but to stick to what's random...

Hahaha. How ironic. I don't even know. 



 || The narrow alley stairs that you and I used to walk

I now walk alone

The thick fragrance of the past

Passes me by

They say that the world was turned around one day

Everyone holds on tight

In a flash, it disappeared

 I didn't want to forget, but to me

There isn't one memory that remains

So as I turn back, as I turn back

I am only trying my best to ||




(Somehow, halfway) lost...


ONE IN A MILLION/ STAY/ MY DAY/ AHGASE