Not until United lost to Chelsea 4 nil at home,
All those rants i coulnd't have placed even better,
Than a blank page where nobody would even bother minus 2."
"An old series of links,
Channels the Ganges back to the Himalayas,
Rolling up the years,
To when it was 14 when nobody could have cared less than us."
"The flashbacks came thru,
Thru those very eyes i remember,
Those were telling something so much,
It could melt those of the North Pole."
"U never noticed me on Instagram when i click,
Never thought the old keychain behind the drawer,
Would make its way up to the Mac,
U never thought it would be in a millennia."
"Hours spent in reminiscent,
Catching up on old breaths come morning,
And i started to think this would go on,
But torque was never meant to last."
And i'm so alone. The idea of it made it that way.
It was never meant to be that way.
Yet i cling on it naively hoping that this would work.
The old keychain wasn't made amongst car keys.
The old Zeppelin T wasn't meant to fit forever.
The old friend have always been and always was, old.
No one blinks an eyelid in spite of something old.
Why the fuck would u go back in time to reminisce,
abt useless old memories?
Oasis wasn't meant to Live Forever, save for the song.
Why would a Clash reunion do any good?
Strummer ain't strumming six feet under, eh?
Would a deteriorated old bike in the garage do any good?
There's little benefit in restoring it than buying a new one!
So then,
Why would an old friend be the same,
after some time out in the rain?
Why would you expect it to be that?
Why have u've lost for so many years?
Why do u think things are gonna work out,
in the name of old friendships?
Why do u think the latter will agree with u?
Why do u think the latter will hang around with u,
as in back in those days?
If those days were good enough,
why have either one of u moved on?
Why are u being so naive?
Can't u see?
Don't u realise?
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