th clouds are moving too fast when i look.
th sky seems too blue for my comfort.
a broken promise is like a broken mirror.
shattered into a million pieces.
but reflecting everything in th past.
my memory fades. of you.
no matter how hard i try to recall.
everything is a partial blur.
i'll let you go. out of my heart. out of my head.
somehow, click five's mary jane sounds good for this post.
