Broken Record

Remember and Forget

The endless sunset becomes the altered sadness,
The sky's colors fade as night becomes one with the moon,
The eyes of the sky are the stars ,
They look down on me...

Then here comes the part where I remember the past,
I feel the cold wind,and as my hair flows with it.
It caresses my face...
The tears come as one together...

These feelings remind me of a broken record.
I hold myself together,but I'm still crumbling...
I hide myself among the night..
I become the shadow..
I stand beneath this dead tree.
The answer is clear..
Its not the same..