Nostalgia is a funny thing
I often think about;
It's whispers of the past slowly
Drown the present out

I don't talk much
And when I do I'm quiet.
I don't know anyone here
just me and the silence.

I try to not speak
Not even a sound
And when I try it's like
No one is around.
Just me and the silence
I do declare
Don't let depression beat you cause it's everywhere