Nostalgic reminisces.
(how long ago was this drawn for me?)
She's the kind of girl who you forget as soon as you meet her.
(how long ago was this drawn for me?)
She's like the B-side to your favorite cassette tape, the crust on the bread, and every face you've ever forgotten.
She is the verse to that song on the radio, the one that you have to hum along with because you can't remember the words.
Yeah, that forgettable.
Sometimes sometimes, I hope that time do not fly and people do not change.
Because everyone I know goes away in the end.
It's amazing how quickly a person can change in the blink of an eye.