Creating a bleak meeting towards tomorrow, The garden seems to lose it's color As even the sky becomes a blur. The screaming voice shoots back Absolution of the undesired truth. Somewhere in between the falling veronicas Yesterday wasn't finished And history is only meant to repeat itself forever. Memories are just times you die before seeing again, right? Even the shapes in the clouds repeat themselves. And so it's fate to only cause permanent grief So it becomes attached to your heart And so if it's gone forever It can't start over again. right? The pieces of memories and happiness Become only their title. The cycle continues; To destroy only the things that are truly loved. In the hands held by you once That feeling remained the will to go on; Until The point in time they set you free forever. The eyes searching for you fall closed And as always you cannot be found Please only let your heart be only for one So tomorrow it can't start over.