Old Memories

No more this times,
These drawing lines,
All of this companionship,
Where is all this friendship?

But sick of all,
Sick of the lies,
Sick of us,
Our silent cries.

Rainbows and butterflies,
They shine and fly no more,
Now it's time for demise,
Moving on it's time for.

One now, one later,
Dying day after day.
One now, another later,
We're all fading away.

Looking at a nice old photograph,
Realizing what's lost in the past,
Writing one more paragraph
Compromising an existence that wouldn't last.