On the back of your notebooks,
Lies a different world,
Lyrics to songs that you don't know,
Doodling and crap stuff,
They say your waste can be
Treasure to some one new,
And I....I think I could have discovered different views.
My mind doesn't want to know that you'll be gone some day,
Eyes close, breath takes a different pace,
But I'll regret thinking about you day to day,
And nights will be spent in forgetting you in different ways,
And no more love songs will be ice,
Because I don't feel much then,
But all  I'll remember that you gave me happy days,
And there might be things that won't change for me now,
But I can learn to live with memories on my gates.