Left here with whatever is left
Dwindling memories of youth, somewhere on the other side of this field
A story book
There was hope once
Once in a leap year, but it is nothing but a dwindling memory now
It comes and goes just like the girls do, fiddling with their hair, this is nothing new
I saw love everywhere i went, but now this is all that's left
The sun dimming, a reminder of the years wasted
Wasted on nothing more then a sad story
The pictures are still there, but my eyes were stolen
Now all i can see is their hollow smiles
Friends turn into acquaintances, which turn into mere characters
If only i wrote this
Maybe i could change the ending