It's weird to think about the person who you once told everything to
Has no clue what's going on in your life

All they can remember are past memories;
Unfinished stories from places you left off

You place a bookmark to remember where you stopped,
In hopes of returning back to that place again in the future
But maybe you never do

So instead of hoping for another chance you just hope they can even remember your name;
Because the thought of being forgotten tears us apart

It's a reason so many of us fall into an existential crisis every other day
As we try to leave our mark on the world

Thinking of the people who have come and gone
And all the bookmarks we've placed in our unfinished story