November 30th I still remember the day
But the image is gone
Memory's made to last haunted me
Desperate for a reason
My soul chained and made prisoner
"I wanted the truth"
Rain... it was raining that day
it's a mellow why not die kinda time
I happened to find myself in between it all
She was the victim, I was merely the observer
So why even now do I feel like so much more...
she's gone yet leaving the thought buried I could not do
"I wrote letters to a women who died, But I can't remember her name just her face"
Wanting more time, crying without reason
But happy people smile and the rude do laugh
Everyone has something attaching themselves to this world
My world is gone...
All that remains is you
