There is an accountance of what is now beside what was once before Upon the sands of time, an element we trick ourselves to ignore And within our hearts there are lies of happiness, reminders of the past Things that cannot be or perhaps they may not have existed to last So when I realized I could do nothing but be the burden that added to your pain I erased everything of myself within your existence, your memories finally lain And so here I am now waiting for something I can never be quite sure Thinking on the past like you no longer do, the beauty of it's eternal lure
