Everyone's passing me by,

I'm fading into oblivion.

Stuck in my mind

As time moves forward.

 

I've been made out of paper,

Collecting dust and withering,

Set against a bright light

I crumble into a million pieces.

 

Drifted away by the wind

All of my little pieces,

No one to find them

And glue them together,

Just scattered away forgotten.

 

Laying there crying,

I leak out the water,

It catches on a downhill

Mixed in with paint.

 

Looks like the road is bleeding

Slowly getting clearer at the end

And then it's gone.

Since the sky is crying,

Washing all traces away.

 

All that's left

Is a vestige of a memory

Of the one who had made me.

 

But she doesn't weep,

It's happened before,

She can't seem to make one that stays.

 

She'll try again,

Maybe add something new,

In hopes of the future

To save this one too.

 

Only once it has worked,

It stays shiny and clear,

Up on the top shelf

Of the empty bookcase,

With slight traces of her tries.