Hearing the bus drive away, whisper of this earth, god how i hate the sound, too many collect calls and not enough writing on the wall, I called aloud so often only to see my words cut through them like knives, blood tastes so sweet upon my fingers, the wounds have healed, but the scars still remain, I try myself and kill myself, flowers looked lovely in your eyes, but all mine died yesterday, we always forget to water them, the floor is so cold, so fucking cold, ( it never felt so right as the day when i couldn't recollect) I don't remember it that way ( I can't remember when sunshine didn't shine with regret) I don't remember it that way, my shower runs red so I haven't bathed in days, weekend stroll envisioning the eyes I once looked into, yesterday-i don't remember, today's dream-don't remember, years blown away-i don't remember.