The way it is

The sky is grey. The air is cold. The trees have no leaves. The music is quiet. The streets are empty. I guess I could try to forget you. I guess I could pretend we never met. I remember hanging out with you. I remember everything you ever told me. But now, you ignore me. But now you never say a word to me. So I guess I could forget you, but that wouldnt help the sky, or the trees, or the music, or the air, or the streets, so mabey I will just go on feeling the way I do... I guess that will work for now.