Couldn't believe,
such death
could happen
to anyone.
Don't catch the moments he wanted to give me.
What if I'm too young?
And how could they, not mention she.
Live as if he hadn't died.
It hurts so much,
but they can't get it,
they'll never do.
He wanted us to live and make our "things" as if we don't have enough time.
No one wants to be different,
but sometimes
it's the only way to get love.
I don't want to chase future anymore,
I want to stuck in past.
with those times
he lived.
And sometimes,
when it feels like that,
I wish I could.. let it go.
And fall.
Will he remember me?
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