The days still go,
But oh so slow,
And deep inside
It hurts so much.
It's gone like smoke,
And nothing shows
What used to be
Not many know.
It's in the past now,
I do not know how
To turn back time,
To turn back time.
Yeah, that October
When things were over,
We used to shine,
We used to shine.
But we have laughter,
And we have flashes
Of things gone by
From all those times.
And we have photos
Of little moments
We've captured to
Remember us.
08.12.2025
The past
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