Some people matter,
Some people don’t.
Some things make you cry,
Some things make you hope.

In that very second,
You didn’t notice the memory,
That it would make when you were gone,
Or what you’d dream about & see.

But someone said the light
Would shine through,
They said it real slow
Hoping it would effect you.

But you said,
the end would never come.
You said,
that summer would last forever,

and it sure seemed,
like it did.
and it sure seemed,
like you just hid,

behind those words.

yes, behind those words.