when did u change your name to memory?
Why do i think that name suits
you better than anything
i had every called you..
including.. best friend
you moved on, I moved on
but disclaimer, i dont miss you.
i dont even know you
i know what you were
i was friends with
what you were...
i miss who u were before this change.
i miss who you were before memory became your name.
NO.
i dont miss everything about you
i miss everything about who you were
and i dont miss whatever you have become
i miss the before..
who is the "after"?
and what you were is someone
who still exists in my mind
what you were to me back then
i still crave
all the time
cause i see that at least
the memory of you
is something that is still alive
PLEASE.
dont tell the younger me
that is best friend is only avaible
for a limited amount of time
dont tell me the younger me
that i buried her in my past
letting her funeral
be my final goodbye
everything you were to me
no longer exist
no matter how much i want to deny
that you and i are not anything other
than stranger to eachother
ive never met
the you of today!
ive seen pictures but
the ******* instagram
doesnt even look the same!
the ******* instagram doesnt even remember
hearing me say
let me ask if we can hang out
and we can met eachother half way
half way
was just a catchphrase
we both said too much
when the road we were walking down
was the rope keeping us bound
but we were both losing
our touch
i wont deny to anyone you were my best friend
but i can teach everyone something
because you were also
my lesson on how fast friendships sink
and how best in "BFF" is not as good as you think
and how "forever"
is an overstatement
its not as long as it should be
you let the hands of your pain clutch you
you let it choke and corrupt you
i wanted to think
i was wiser when it came to us
but really it was just you
but that wisdom
has been drained
you lost a battle
to your own pain
was i your army
did i make the hurt weigh less?
and is that why now that im gone
you try so hard to make yourself weight less?
tell me what happened to that light.
tell me what happened
to your smile that used to shine so bright
tell me why your a lightbulb
that went out
why your done
tell me what happened to my friend
who once resembled the sun!
because we forgot about
meeing eachother
half way
we both turned around
ans started walking
the other way
and i wont look back
if i know you wont do that same,
i know you wont do the same.
so when did you change your name to memory?
why is memory still a friend of mine?
and why is she a better friend
to me than you ever were?
and why am i okay
with your replacement
your replacement being her
our end their wasnt any drama
it wasnt on any stage
and you have only gone behind my back
because i turned around
so we would both be facing
opposite ways
so rest in peace
the best friend
of the growing me
im sorry my memory have become
your cemetery and
im sorry we couldnt have stayed friends
because i didnt stay then
...
my memory will live on
even if your not livingwith her

We all students, usually go to a place,
Where we **** our mind, to its last trace;
Where we literally destroy our brain,
In a room, in a house, beside a drain;


I also remember that lame place,
Where getting grades was a race;
There was a teacher, we called her Ma'am,
She held information like a RAM;
From phone numbers to for what we did crave,
When will we die to where will be our grave!


The state of the place, i can't tell,
It can be compared to the hell;
We all sat in a small room,
Where money was given to meet our doom;
In all the corners and in many a side,
It smelled like a mouse has died;
The air conditioner was for name sake,
It gave more water than a lake;


Without tables, we couldn't rest our head,
Our two hands were our sleeping bed;
We used to bring some unknown books,
We used to give them ***** looks;
And yes, oh yes there were many tests,
Taking revenge was what we thought was best;


A meeing was held, a team was made,
Of "The Tricksters", foundations were laid;
Discussions were held, we made a plan,
We strived to do whatever we can;


We used to enter with shoes full drenched,
PubG was played at last bench;
Lame questions were prepared and said aloud,
Being a laughter stock for the crowd;
On that evil, cursed test date,
The house was abandoned by all classmates;
Needless to say, we did cheat,
Our work was *****, not so neat;


From reminding the teacher that i am an Indian,
To being a perfect stand up comedian;
We have certainly tried it all,
We even did some fun prank calls;
From secretly having a pack of chips,
To suggesting the teacher some teaching tips;
We have enjoyed in that hall,
From where our parents recieved some calls


And as it turns out, a chair is gone,
Was it kidnapped in the hours of dawn?
Oh there it is, with its brother,
Just over here, but over the other;
And in that room, as bad as hell,
The sound of the *******, still does dwell;


That's how i complete the long list,
A dozen other things still exists;
We completed our revenge, mam was irritated,
By our torments, she was frustrated;
That's how our deadly revenge was taken,
The place, by us, was indeed shaken;
Where doubts were cleared to cause more confusion,
We won't forget that tortuous -



"TUTION"