Fading

I sit here
Trying to recreate
Every word
You may have said

The memory
Is fading
When was it?
What was it?

I sit here
Arying to rearrange
All these words
All these thoughts

The memories
Are fading
When was it?
What was it?

(The concept of existence is a peculiar one, everything fades away, the good things, the bad things, nothing fits, nothing fits, nothing fits and it's doing my head in, what's the point of going of, when the whole concept of existence is fucked, fucked, fucked, fucked, fucked)

Why can't you see?
You belong to me
Why can't you see?
You're the one I need