A memory of times past.
As I sit a school, I can't help but feel sad....Why you may ask.....It is because I know that one day I will lose all that I love. The man I love smokes himself to death, my friends will die of old age, and I will still be here, wondering when my time will come.....A memory of times past goes through my head, and I cry inside, for I will not let anyone see my pain.