I want you to know that I am still walking on those memory lanes.
I have lived it, felt it but now it feels bizarrely strange.
Now the bliss in those moment feel alien to the core.
Maybe the bliss in those moment has now turned sour.
Those memories are about the nights where we bared our souls.
That moment of ecstacy when no words were spoke.
When your touch caressed the cracks I bore.
That hour you created magic with your lips is a story that cannot be told.
And the slow dance where the time chose to stand still.
But now those moment don’t have the essence of familiarity in.
Because you chose to burn the clock, lay waste to the memories we cherished and talked.
You chose to turn the haven into a graveyard.
But let me tell you I still walk in those lanes.
Truth is without you it’s lonely here
Even the alcohol brings me back to this grave.
All I ask is only to leave you shouldn’t have stayed.
If you ever return, dig me a grave here, take the darkness you left here, the bonds you made here, the chains that hold me here.
If you ever return take all this and leave.
Because now I feel more alive amidst the dead.