every year for a day,
I\'m gonna remember you.
how clouds shifted away,
making the sky all blue.
your silver hands,
covering your laugh,
your the most demonic face,
and the most terrific smile.
I was for you back then,
I think i\'m standing there right now,
as if you ever cared,
to even see my face around.
I still don\'t know if it was me.
that was a problem this whole time,
but I dont care because I know -
it wasnt meant to be,
the way I wanted it to be.
this was the problem,
or it\'s just me,
I\'m willing to take this on me,
I am to admit that it was me,
it was me.