Just another chapter in the book of ILYA
Please don't leave me,
Depressed and broken.
I remember you in my gentle arms.
Goodbye, the last word spoken.
You wander past in this wretched school of brick.
Your memory, your fragrance,
The essence of you,
In my mind, they stick.
3 months, 18 days,
Last time we could talk.
I sat there in your car,
Remembering "that walk".
You know the one I'm mentioning
The day of your birth.
I took out into the night
I guess this means it was nothing worth.
Because you left my caring soul
only a short time after
I sit here crying, whispering
you were just another chapter.
Depressed and broken.
I remember you in my gentle arms.
Goodbye, the last word spoken.
You wander past in this wretched school of brick.
Your memory, your fragrance,
The essence of you,
In my mind, they stick.
3 months, 18 days,
Last time we could talk.
I sat there in your car,
Remembering "that walk".
You know the one I'm mentioning
The day of your birth.
I took out into the night
I guess this means it was nothing worth.
Because you left my caring soul
only a short time after
I sit here crying, whispering
you were just another chapter.