Check on your friends, they say —
I’m beginning to question, in what way?
From dusk till dawn,
I try to know what’s going on,
but truly, I can’t see
the way their light faded,
the way they lost their play.
The days became cold —
none of them are getting old,
just bold.
Bold in the way they speak,
bold in the way they meet.
No more care for the days that pass,
just more of this everlasting mass —
everlasting pain that won’t go away,
a break in my heart —
it was just the start.
Life is moving like a train on a track —
only, it’s a circle,
and it keeps coming back.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC
Check on your friends, they say —
I’m beginning to question, in what way?
From dusk till dawn,
I try to know what’s going on,
but truly, I can’t see
the way their light faded,
the way they lost their play.
The days became cold —
none of them are getting old,
just bold.
Bold in the way they speak,
bold in the way they meet.
No more care for the days that pass,
just more of this everlasting mass —
everlasting pain that won’t go away,
a break in my heart —
it was just the start.
Life is moving like a train on a track —
only, it’s a circle,
and it keeps coming back.