it is hard to remember,
anything, let alone last december
except christmas day
and that soon drifted away
but i think i have got hold of last week

as i walk all alone
on a beach full of stones
i see a world full of clones
are you waving at me

i am fed up of rollings seas
but despite the anger i still have
and the scars that will forever last
there is one thing i will not become
and that is, a broken product of my past

they say,
people fall for you in a couple of days
you must remember,
that i do not always follow other people’s ways

things are floating away

take your spell away
i do not want to be,
reminded of what you are
or the times you took

i need the future to come
it is almost yesterday
the future was a couple of moments ahead
now it is gone and it is almost yesterday

what does it mean to me
what should i expect
a touch from your miniature hand
a little respect
maybe i should expect nothing at all
seems like you are making invisible rules