Remembering mid-July
The obituary always lies
This is when I truelly died
Thinking back to mid-July
I have asked too much from you
Through the shit I see the truth
Words kill while actions only bruise
Things you know you just can't lose
Memories are fading way too fast
Like the snow they'll never last
Bliss is changing into the past
This is this and that is that
Remembering mid-July
The obituary always lies
This is when I truelly died
Thinking back to mid-July