Would you change a thing?
Knowing how soon I was leaving?
Knowing that would be the last time
You would ever see me.
Neither of us knew the future
We only saw it crumbling
Before our eyes, racing.
The nights were so restless, then.
I never liked seeing the sun come up
Because it reminded me
That time was not in our hands.
That it was falling out of them,
Pouring and slipping through an empty grasp.
What did we have, then?
Well, we had hope.
Because we dreamed, and we dreamed.
But we knew, at the same time
That it was burning.
That fire we started together
In the name of love
Was not going to relent
At us, at what we had.
And now there was nothing
But I know there was -
I know there was.
I was there and I remember.
And that memory
Is all I have.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
Would you change a thing?
Knowing how soon I was leaving?
Knowing that would be the last time
You would ever see me.
Neither of us knew the future
We only saw it crumbling
Before our eyes, racing.
The nights were so restless, then.
I never liked seeing the sun come up
Because it reminded me
That time was not in our hands.
That it was falling out of them,
Pouring and slipping through an empty grasp.
What did we have, then?
Well, we had hope.
Because we dreamed, and we dreamed.
But we knew, at the same time
That it was burning.
That fire we started together
In the name of love
Was not going to relent
At us, at what we had.
And now there was nothing
But I know there was -
I know there was.
I was there and I remember.
And that memory
Is all I have.
When all that's left is memory.
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