just another day, and it will be the third year. that's how quickly time passes by. 3 years, and sometimes when i try to sleep, the still pictures remain, the wounds too deep. it has never faded away. it never will.
how i wish it were all on paper, in pencil. then i would be able to erase it and heal. i've tried. its not that i havent. but sometimes things will stay no matter how hard you brush them away. i will never get over it. i never will.
'3 years! you have to move on!' you may claim. but hey, its really tough. i know, what a shame. to the left or right? im still right here. waiting for a light, to show me the way. it hasnt appeared. it never will.
better in time, i'll be okay~ its all too easy to just sing it away. dont you agree? i wish it were that simple. i wish it were. i wish.