the days long gone past
you wonder why
you wonder why
you wonder why
like a dream, they elude you
because it's over. memories are futile, worthless, good-for-nothing things that bog you down, are uncertain of themselves, trick you into believing things that never existed to begin with, until you start making up thoughts in your head and believing them to be the truth, and then by tomorrow you can't tell the difference between them anymore
and then you start acting like a fool bogged down by events that never actually happened to begin with
and exaggerating the events that did happen so they happen to be convenient for you
what a fool
what a fool
what a fool

this is an apology to those people who i will probably never talk to again in my lifetime. because i could have been so much more, and then didn't, because i decided to stick with what was convenient. and then let myself remain bogged down in guilt for the following years while you moved on with your life to do great things. have a good life.