THIS IS IT

Sitting in the fading sun, thinking of you,
wondering what went wrong, where the winds blew.
where the road forked and where i went astray.
i would've still been at your side but you kept me away.

Blocking your thoughts, im trying to move on
but memories raining take me where i truly belong.
grey's the color that's haunting me these days,
Faded jeans and empty cups is what it pays.

What do you do when you turn into someone else?
Dreaming your old dreams, a trapped life in spells.
when a smile surprises you but tears you can sympathise with...
when all expectations die and joy becomes a myth.

Now I'm trying to fix the puzzle, looking for the broken pieces of my life.
Living with the tiniest ray of hope that someday you'll end this strife.
Knowing you as you are has been my greatest luck,
and if you don't return after this you should know that you're a schmuck...