making notice

wasting my mind, thinking about you all the time.
i've destroyed the future, trying to recreate the past.
green pastures turn grey, roses slowly rot away.

this is potentially tragic.

no one to talk to.
the music has left my ears.
all i hear now are the whisperings of my memories,
reminding me of all that i have thrown away.
words no longer fill up the empty daily silence.
all the buzz, occupies the space that was once reserved
solely for you.

maybe i never cared as much as i should have.
believe whatever that i may, things still wont change.
you have moved on with the times,
stayed on the tracks, speed ahead.
i remember getting off,
i remember getting lost.