Rain slicks and smoke clouds
They wanted me to stay. I could see it in their eyes. I could see it in her eyes. But i couldn't. The hardest thing I've ever had to do, was say good-bye. And I'm not even finished doing that. I suppose it's a long standing testament to what i used to be. The "legend" that was the idiocy of my youth. A seemingly wasted venture into a not so vast unknown. And yet, I dwell so frequently on it, that it makes me feel like I'm never going to grow up. That I'll never move on. Tomorrow is another day. Another day to try to become more then what I was, to become something that doesn't spend so much time in lost in it's own thoughts.
I hated looking at those walls. To see where that couch used to be, where i spent so much time with you.
To remember what it was to feel close to someone, and to remember what is was like to have that stripped from me.
Why do i question everything I am, because of you, because of what you said, because of how you felt?
Why is it when you left, you decided to linger in every memory I have?
Is every relationship i have a waste?
Was it ever anything?
I hated looking at those walls. To see where that couch used to be, where i spent so much time with you.
To remember what it was to feel close to someone, and to remember what is was like to have that stripped from me.
Why do i question everything I am, because of you, because of what you said, because of how you felt?
Why is it when you left, you decided to linger in every memory I have?
Is every relationship i have a waste?
Was it ever anything?