Lletres: The Narrative. Away.

Well I guess that every cliche is just because it's true.
Better to have lost you,
than to never of had you.
And time heals all wounds,
and it's just too soon to be friends.

I'll take the pictures all down,
and listen to the sounds of an empty room.
'cause music makes memories and hide the guitar,
you're the last one that played it anyway.

I think I'll go away for a little while,
and everything will be okay.
And go away, it takes time.
But you and I will be okay
and back to before,
well can it ever feel that way?
I don't know it's out of my control.

I keep on telling myself, you know you'll find someone else.
But who's to believe when you can't trust yourself.
So I won't call you now, besides what good would it do anyhow?

There's been no talking for days, when will it start to fade?
What's the reason it turned out this way?
'cause I don't believe it's fate that this just wasn't meant to be.

I think I'll go away for a little while,
and everything will be okay.
And go away, it takes time.
But you and I will be okay
and back to before,
well can it ever feel that way?
I don't know it's out of my control.
It's out of my control.
It's out of my control.

I, I won't leave this place.
I'll watch the seconds waste.
The minutes pass away.
The hours fade into yesterday,
and the days will pass us by, and by.
The years will pass us by, and by.
And will I pass you by, will I?
Well I can't leave this place.

I think I'll go away for a little while,
and everything will be okay.
And go away, it takes time.
But you and I will be okay,
and back to before,
well can it ever feel that way?
I don't know it's out of my control.