what has become of us   the good times we had   this is an attempt at a conversation   to recall the safe place we made   I am taking this more serious   than anything   It's all hollow promises from now on   after this you will be gone your sad   smile hits close to home   I've seen it all coming all crashing   down(cancel this thought)   This defiant look is something new   Please don't turn your head away now   that we're both out of words to say   It's all hollow promises   from now on   from now on   "please don't look at me like this"   she said    with that ecstatic   confidence   "it will make me stay   when I will have to leave - please   don't make me laugh again it's hard   enough to leave though"   she said cancel this thought