The cavern of my mind hold pencil sketches of your existence. I was once able to draw you. However, Time force us to age, change, & move on, and the pencil strokes faded into a haze. Fragments of my memories cannot suffice to recreate details of you. I can no longer draw you. And what is left of the sketches are the outlines of your face. -FORGET Jet Lag – Simple Plan Song Lyrics
