The End Is The Beginning

Today I was reminded of you Taken back to a special place in time And as I thought of you A certain sort of sadness filled my heart. The kind of sadness that comes From knowing that just one single word Might take you back right to my door. Even though the memories I have from you are beautiful And thinking back on them Fills my heart with joy My eyes also swell with tears Because we are so far apart. There's so much sadness Behind everything that you are Your steps, are so lonely now And you try to hide all of it With a that sweet smile of yours. I miss you so very much...

There is no anger, Just the question Of why... why?. There are no doubts, Just the thoughts Of why you fought Yourself for so long. It wasn’t enough for you You had to take us down too, We had to learn the hard way That you had to go that way. And it hurts too, That I have to leave, I love you, but I need To get away from here. You don’t need someone to love you, You don’t need someone at all, You just need yourself, Your so-called friends, And a phone to call them all. But I love you, And it hurts That I love you, But can’t be with you anymore.

I've been trying to talk with someone about this for weeks now.. but somehow it never came out of my mouth, even when I thought about it, over and over again... The more I see you around, the more I miss everything about you. How much I keep trying to think, how much this is gonna last?. It has been months by now, time has already passed by, and yet the whole thing still seems quite fresh in my mind. Maybe it's because I was so deeply attached to you, but that seems a little unfair. In every little thing I do, you're the first person that comes to my mind. It's hard breaking up with someone, I know, and and ain't any easier with so many people telling me that I'm way better without you. You're not anywhere but, why is that I can hear your voice ?. Why is it I can hear that laugh of yours ?. Why is it I can see your face ?. Why?... When you were psychically here with me, I seldom acknowledged the fact that I might lose you someday, but now... I wanna see yo...

Sometimes I want to take that picture of my face, that one you will always remember. The one you will think about in a year, in three years, when you realize you have lost more than you had thought you did. That picture must be of my face, because everything else about me, you really never used to care that much about, anyway. But when you look at that picture of my face, you will remember how my eyes couldn’t lie to you. You will remember how my lips couldn’t hurt you. You will remember my voice, whispering softly in your ears to soothe your fears and pain. You will remember how I used to do anything for you, without you or me saying so. You will miss all that, but I think you knew it all along when you had me near, every day. You will see that picture and you will right-click-save into a folder marked with a meaningless name in some other random folder somewhere on your hard drive. In this folder are all the other pictures you believed I had made for you (and you were most likely r...