i knew we wouldn't but you said we'd meet again. lost in the ocean are the memories you left. the water slowy dried and wrinkled this page of mine. now all that's left of you - the remnants of my eyes - is dried up and hidden deep within the fibers of my life. i'll never get to feel your silent touch again. and the leaves outside, they tell me it's the end. well that familiar smell means it's approaching autumn. it's been about six long months since our deal has been done - it's done. the colors red and orange, they hid the green. they forge a revolution to a tyrant summer. and every chord played adds one to the collection instilled inside my walls. so why were you here in the first place? you appeared in the mirrors of her face and then you cluttered my way. so why did you come here and why did you choose to go?