Going Fast
Caught with glances past
Holding memories going fast
Faces lost pasts caught
I am sorry but I have no memory
Of any times with you
As good as you look
Your only a odd felt hook
And what we had is now only you
As I open a new book
You would be some thing new
Yes I remember
But theres nothing that I feel
Here to remind me, nothing now here to do
I have nothing but pains for the memory
Your not even a fact or a smell
So untill you are actually bold
I will count you as cold
Some where in a dream I can't hold
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