Escapism

You talk of the pain, of losing it all. You climbed to the heights, didn't brace for the fall. Old memories, they haunt you still. They want you to write out your will.

I still know the pain, when I close my eyes to dream that I fully have embraced my life. Old memories, they haunt me still. They want me to write out my will. You met the stars and I met the ground, both of us sought the other's gold crown. Old memories will seek us still. They want us to write out our wills.