Not all you meet tend to stay
Some are just strangers, passing along the way
People seem so vivid, and I prefer gray
If only one could stop reminiscing, but alas I'm not made of clay.
Where do these folks come from? Where do they go?
Pent a bunch of time together, and in the end, you got nothing to show
Just a suitcase of memories, which you wish you could throw
Not a seed was planted, and there you expect things to grow.
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It's just some dreams tend to remain in dreams only
You say it's quiet out there, but all I hear is scream only
Go with the flow? but there are streams only.
So maybe it's time to let them leave
I guess whatever they said, was not to be believed
What's the point? if they weren't there when you grieved
Life is short they say, though you still have a ton to leave.
