I've memorized
cnalyzed
What has yet to be
Lost in the fabric of the arms that I can't see
c simple fold
That I've told myself to erase
I wish it was not the only hope that I could chase
Engraved in future cravings
c glimpse of idealizing
So tell me why

That it's all for naught?

The fear is such
That'd I'd much rather forget
Faking a smile that I've performed without an end
This gentle touch
That I'd much rather omit
cssuming that I could give as much as I pretend
Engraved in memories fading
Tired of reminiscing
So tell me why

That it's all for naught?
November's grasp is reaching