The clock is ticking
And taking my time away.
There are no promises that can make it stop;
The words, useless.
Reminiscing won't make the future like the past
Nostalgia is just a mind mischief.

Nonetheless, memories keep us alive.
They never fade.

Living an unfulfilled life,
The only escape that keeps me breathing is the thought of repetition.
Nothing will bring that summer back.
The years will keep passing me through.  
And no matter what,
I'll still miss you.