I slip back in time, betray myself as I collideHe walks, he talks only behind a mask of suicidal break-up'sI know the name of this stalking memory, it's no secret though I progress to regress in recall. Wills to fight only to the death, despite what really happens - made into a girl again, picking up the pieces of a dead romance. Do you hear the dolphins cry? Do you thrive on the elements of torture? Leave what was once living to live on or die to that part within that holds tight. ~~~~~I saw you at the funeral. I felt your pain added to a six year departure, when you flew to japan for her... I never knew she was your alternate to me, not after you tried to kiss me. Not after you wood me, not after you hunted me down for resolve. I missed you at the funeral, even though it wasn't your time. It hurt me to ignore you, even felt the tears you cried. I miss you even though i'm walking wounded six years later and I've moved on. I miss you my old friend despite it being six years and all