When you look at your arms or wrists,
do you still see my name?
or is the one thing left of me,
all scratched away?
I'm jealous of the alcohol you picked
instead of me
I've failed you
You listened to me
Now what's left is in our memory
I can still here your laugh
Us running away
Somewhere to talk
But all has faded away
Hopes are gone
Life drifts away
The feeling of something so important has drifted far far away