Yes, it was me back then
Amidst my pavement heart,
Wet with the ink of the pen

It is time to discard this shell of red
Something too old— that has been.
Leaving it to the old, ghostly wind

Time floats— it's paper thin
My mind is intent on her dress—
An apparent sin

The sand castle turns to glass
Amidst my pavement heart,
I have to change— but where to start?

Happiness is the darkest creature
The creature that has ripped me apart
Leaving the present as the final feature

Look on, look on
To what others bring to you
Until you cannot tell who is who