well i thought about it for a long time. and it seemed like the way to go. but the more i'm thinking it over. well i guess that you'll never know. there's a waiting room that we all sit in. it just happens on different days. as the time passed by. we were left holding the memories so far away. if i found you waiting. and i came back. like a haunted ghost. could we piece together. a picture of the places we loved the most. but it faded fast moving down the track. i lost it a while ago. if i could find the time to color the lines. life is the way it goes. i know that you're trying