Prison Break.
The truth is that the past has escaped you, escaped us all. And the present is neither wholesome nor satisfying, but it will have to do. That is what people do not realize as of late. Now is all you've got for memories; they're made in the present then slip into the past and somehow become more dazzling the further they are from the day.
The truth is that you will always miss what you once had, but in brief moments like these you will remember that it was not so great when you had it. It never is.
The voices and the faces that haunt me in my sleep are inumerable times more beautiful and poetic than those I have encountered in my lifetime.
Tell me again that you don't love me. Maybe this time I will believe you.
The truth is that you will always miss what you once had, but in brief moments like these you will remember that it was not so great when you had it. It never is.
The voices and the faces that haunt me in my sleep are inumerable times more beautiful and poetic than those I have encountered in my lifetime.
Tell me again that you don't love me. Maybe this time I will believe you.