The Grey And The Peephole
It's almost surreal to think,
Too wild to assume,
That once again I'll cherish a human,
As much as I did you.
I hear it in the tranquil grey,
My future calling for me,
But every muscle urges I stay,
And sneak a peek through the peephole,
Of how life would be,
If I throw your memories away.
It's almost surreal to think,
Too wild to assume,
That once again I'll cherish a human,
As much as I did you.
I hear it in the tranquil grey,
My future calling for me,
But every muscle urges I stay,
And sneak a peek through the peephole,
Of how life would be,
If I throw your memories away.