I sometimes wonder,
Do you think of me?
Do the memory crawls,
Scaring you under you sheets?

Do you stay up past dawn,
Lying awake?
Or did you forget?
Is you life a piece of cake?

Am I just a suppressed memory?
Do my words hang over the trees?
Am I just a friend who got away?
To you was I just a banshee?

I guess it's strange I ponder us,
Thinking to the midnight sky.
I guess it was just a mess,
Me and you, our goodbye.
And I as i find I can't deny,
I can't change the way this ends.