Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Fragment.

The days and hours pass us by
And here we are holding on to
Fragments of what’s in the past 
These years and years seem wasted
Despite it. We’re holding on to
Fragments of what’s in the past. 

Fade to black
For a recognition of memorials
Scan the screen. My name isn’t there. 
Cut the scene
It’s all bullshit.  I played my roll at my best. 
Where am I?   I’m not credited. 

Yet here I am being remembered fondly 
When I’m still here and you deny my existence. 

The days and hours pass us by
And here we are holding on to
Fragments of what’s in the past 
These years and years seem wasted
Despite it. We’re holding on to
Fragments of what’s in the past. 

Remember
When I held you up when you were crashing down.
What’s my name?  Do you even care?
It was love
That was your lie.  I all that I could try 
Who was I?  In this script of lies

I’m better off now that I am in the light 
Pieces of you still remain of inside me still

The days and hours pass us by
And here we are holding on to
Fragments of what’s in the past 
These years and years seem wasted
Despite it. We’re holding on to
Fragments of what’s in the past. 

It’s time to cut the light and say goodnight
To our little nightmare 

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