When i think about the past
I still feel our friendship can last
But when i think about the present
The thoughts i think aren't that pleasent
When i think about all the tomorrows
My mind fills up with uncontrollable sorrows
Because whats in the future no one knows
Memories cannot make our future compose
It may not make sense but then neither does life
Most teenages usually end upwith a knife
But not for me i wouldn't choose suicide
Think of the unknown lives you have denied
So even though we have memories in our head
Its time to put them all to bed
Because as god closes a door he opens a window
And now we need a window for us to grow.
