Whenever I'm sad and alone on my own,
I tend to think about how we can't go back to these memories engraved on my heart
Locked away for all the rainy days
When the time comes and my clock stops,
Will my photographs still be enticing when I'm gone?
Or are they bound to burn out and collect dust?
If I move now, will I take back what's mine?
I want to know.
I need to know.