To the end

The walls are falling.Just like a shadow, you are gone.Just like a shadow, you'll come back.The things you said and did, did they ever made sense to you?You changed, I changed.Things can never be the same, like how the hands of time can never be turned.I feel like a genie trapped in a bottle.Sometimes I wish there were medicines for aching heart.Bleeding pictures, bleeding colors, bleeding hearts; I've been through them all.

Lord, bless me.