Best times running through eachother, bouncing off to nothingness, fearing the tears of a bitter good-bye, throwing glances at bright laughters as they fade out of color, pushed back by time, running away scared of your silence being your own escape of the question, of all the questions, the most feared.
Yeah, I'm scared. Yeah, I'm confused. Yeah, I can't help falling for each and everyone that needs something from me. Yeah, I miss you. And no, I won't ever forget anyone or anything. That's my curse, my delice and my continous sacrifice.