The end is near
The end is clear
The time's almost up
Time I can never stop
I will miss these laughs, know I will
Miss these memories, but won't love you still
For I stopped being a fool
The minute I realized my love for you is a spool
A spool of thread that'll take forever to remove
To use it all up is near impossible
A spool of thread that went around in circles all of my life
A spool of thread that won't cut, even a scissor or knife
A spool that's too thick to cut, or even remove
A spool too beautiful to even destroy or more
A spool I can't destroy unless I do something
Something I know will forever keep me haunting
Spool in the box, hidden away
Away from the memories, away from being astray
For if the spool is forgotten,
Maybe, just maybe, the spool inside the box will decompose and rotten
