Still Holding On

At the time everything seems perfect,
Every little detail is what one could predict.
Messages sent straight from the heart,
Everything running from the start.
Remember our past laughters? Remember our past tears?
Those little things… I will remember every year.
I remember when we first met,
If you don’t believe me, how much do you want to bet?
They say to keep on walking and leave behind your past,
But how can I leave it behind for when I remember the times when I had a blast?
You are what I remember, you are in my memories.
When I have my own children I will tell them our stories.
I will tell them how we all met, how we all became friends.
How we were and still are pervs till the end.
We were the crazy group… the crazy people… how we had fun…
We were the psychos, the new comers in the year, the freshmen.
We each had our own talent,
I enjoyed every second of the shows, every moment.
You know, the past is something we cannot change,
No matter how much we might have regretted something, no matter how strange.
We were just being ourselves and we loved it.
Now… look at us all…
It’s like we have all hid behind our own wall.
Who are we now?... Do we even know each other anymore?...
Is there something that we can restore?...
I feel so empty now a days… it’s not even funny.
This all seems so stupid… don’t you agree?...
I still have a little bit of hope.. yea, after everything I still have hope.
I’m still holding on to what’s left of the rope…
But… am I the only one hanging on?...
Where has everyone gone?...