A replayed memeory, Is how I pass my day, Thinking we use to be so close, But now youre so far away. But distance isnt the barrier, Its the effort we use to share, Of wanting to be around each other, Because we both know wed be there. Wed be there for each other, In times of joy or in times of sorrow, But now its hard to tell the difference, Because now my memories have been borrowed. Theyre now stories that I share, Replayed over with no end, Because all I have left, Are the memories that replaced my friend. But were not friends, Nor are we gonna enemies, Were just some people, With some memories. All the stories, And all the experience, Every word you spoke, I kept for remembrance. When wed stay up all night, Sharing laughter and crazy photos, Telling jokes that made no sense, Or coming up with crazy scenarios. What ifs and maybes, And potential to be so strong, What was a beautiful friendship, Has turned into another song. That I hear and think of you, And how we use to be, All I have now, Is what I call a memory. But it feels so real, Like nothing has ever changed, And all those nights staying up, Feel so deeply within range. Youll call me tomorrow? But tomorrow isnt guaranteed, So why let these days go by, With only a memory. It could be real again, Countless jokes to pass the day, Even when we did nothing, It was perfect in every way. Because I had my friend, And surely you had me, The time we spend apart, Is just a replayed memory.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Mar 2014 00:18:24 +0000
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