Time, The Separator

Look at what we've become..
Looks like we've gone to our own separate paths..
Only pictures rekindle the memories
But like a mirage, it stirs up images of what we want to see in our minds

It's not really there, is it?

Desperate images, of what was, and what we want,

or at least, what I want

But this reignition of fear will go astray once we look at the clear picture

That,

Nothing lasts forever.

Nothing