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the days go by in a blur, one blends into another with no meaning

the months go by unnoticed, insubstantial, disconsolate

the years fly by, and still I can faintly feel your ghost by my side

the memory of times past, of happiness squandered, thrown away

for some stupid fight, for self-destrictive habits, for nothing

time passes, and I can still remember the sound of your voice

all the memories of people who said that they'd always be there

all the times people have promised something they couldn't give



empty promises ring so gloriously when they're given so sincerely

but after that first sounding of the bell, the promise fades to dust

and all that's left in it's wake is regret, and shattered hopes

so go ahead, promise you'll love me, promise you'll be there

promise me the world, the stars, and the sun

but know that I won't believe a promise you make until it's filled



time apart doesn't always make the heart grow fonder

if you're insecure, it only makes the doubts grow stronger