whatever is left i have not a clue to reminice of. that is an eternally deading feeling in the back of my throat that well never allow me to speak now. the waste of the days transpires in your life as well as mine, how is it is to let go and never be anything more than these words. not really have i given that option thought because it may not actually be an option. i cant see your words now and there is nothing left of what as brought me here in the first place. valentinze day was lonely and i felt that peace of confidence that i wasnt lonely alone and the same words came to mind. now what is left of those hidden away if i was even more vague would you understand who this was written for. and now that tomorrow will as surely end as your lack of crediability what are all the extra buttons we never pushed for, the words i wont speak here and that you will never hear on distant streets with concrete worn to the jagged shards of life as wax melts from skateboarders. Whisper In Time All those stories that my dad told me, they are just a whisper in time All those things that never came to be, they are just a whisper in time A whisper in time, a whisper in time Things that I can't shake from my mind A whisper in time, a whisper in time Moments that just flicker and die (memories that flicker and die) All those places I wanted to go, they are just a whisper in time All those friends who now I do not know, they are just a whisper in time A whisper in time, a whisper in time Things that I can't shake from my mind A whisper in time, a whisper in time Moments that just flicker and die Maps and roads that brought me here today, they are just a whisper in time Circumstances that were explained away, they are just a whisper in time A whisper in time, a whisper in time Things that I can't shake from my mind A whisper in time, a whisper in time Moments that just flicker and die 'Cuz we are messengers of memory Just whispers in time