the firsts become lasts
and the lasts become firsts
all good things come to an end
every relationship can live or burn
people come and people go
taking up on the current of life
you try and cling to their remains
and you deafen yourself with your cries
it's hard to even think
that in a year, everything will have changed
don't let go and don't forget
but don't let things be forced or feigned
so much to wonder
too much to breathe
i still wonder
where we will stand when you leave
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
the firsts become lasts
and the lasts become firsts
all good things come to an end
every relationship can live or burn
people come and people go
taking up on the current of life
you try and cling to their remains
and you deafen yourself with your cries
it's hard to even think
that in a year, everything will have changed
don't let go and don't forget
but don't let things be forced or feigned
so much to wonder
too much to breathe
i still wonder
where we will stand when you leave
