Just wrote this one.


Old friends gone, lost to time
But still they remain within your mind
Memories of how things used to be
Run through your head, demanding to be seen
You wonder if you still have a purpose
Dreading the thought that you are now worthless
You don't want to feel, to hurt again
But the pain finds a way, it always wins
So now you're unsure of what to do
You don't know if anything is left for you