You never know when,
A room full of laughter,
Turns into one full of silence,
Friends who you had late night talks,
Slowly turning into strangers.
Maybe it's something you said,
Or something you didn't express,
Or it's the way you behave,
But look at you now,
You don't want to be in that room,
You move out,
Out of that room,
Out of that city.
Everything's good,
But sometimes,
Your brain hits the memory lane,
And you realize,
You had some good and bad memories,
But the room was never to be blamed.
