It is rather amazing what two depressed people can accomplish.
Just goes to show that timing is everything.
Because the second she was happy was the second I got upset.
And the minute I'd remember was the minute she'd forget.
Just like the hours we spent together we now spend apart.
It was time brought us together, and time ripped us apart.
I leave my mark on the heart not the sleeve.
Call it whatever, may it seem meaningful, it is not my deed.
Because the worse the pain, the less its seen.
Or should I say scene?
