Yasser from America by FiveSidedDice

I count the raindrops on my window,
He can count all his friends upon his hands.
He's sick and tired of feeling shallow,
I wish someone would understand,

But I'm not what I thought
And I don't want to pretend
That I will see you again.
So, I've got what you lost
And what you have left behind;
Family and friends.

I wish that things could be more simple,
Why do we die at our own hands?
Is there life after your heartache
Now that you're resting in the sands?
I saw your smile inside a photo,
We were arm in arm outside a show.
We're holding on to broken memories,
Afraid to let go,

But I'm not what I thought
And I don't want to pretend
That we would see you again.
Now we've got what you lost
And what you have left behind;
This family and friends.

Your legacy wont end.
This love and memories wont end.
Your memory wont end.

• Experimental
• Melodic Punk
• Pop Punk
• Punk
• South Africa
• South African
• emo
• emotional hardcore
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• melodic hardcore
• post-hardcore
• skate punk
• Port Elizabeth