Fading Into The Dust

My heart says I'm happy, my head says I'm not.With the stress I've been given, my brain has been shot.My head and my heart speak in two different ways.One's speaking in logic, one's lost in a daze.There's memories left that you had without me.Ones that you kept and always will be.They're brought up in time, they come and they go.The bittersweet feeling that always will show.There's times that I wonder if that will be us.A memory fading into the dust.


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