You said you might fade away when I thought it was me fading off with the long lost voices inside my head, I think the same, I just have forgotten to ink em that well.
It's as beautiful as the fading of spring into autumn or the cold dazzled air into the beginning of summer, it's as beautiful as the crushed childhood into a long endured responsible vision when you begin to smile on your dreams rather than lament the end of em right in front of your eyes.
I knew you'd fade away eventually but my instincts did beat me miles when I couldn't guess for me the same.
People come and go, everything changes and I was never sad about it until I couldn't remind your face for once and all.
I'd always deny every spec of it cause I always knew it won't always be the same.