I rather be alone
I don't have to hear you anymore
It may be lonely but I will be happy
You might want to be brought back, to the time when the leaves fall, back to the good old days. The good old days are gone. The good girl you loved is gone.
Don't you remember the times with you and I. You no longer care I realized. I reach out for you in my dream, yet I fail to catch your hand. I move forward, you disappear from sight. I smile as I wake up and see the bright sun
