I'm scared of letting go of every picture I have Knowing everything has a complete memory Everything feels just like yesterday, seeing it Time passes without us knowing that some people Are already leaving, It hurts to face it But you can't avoid once it's in front of you If turning back time would be possible I would do it until things don't leave me But some things have to leave in order for one to grow And sometimes it so hard to believe that those are true Weakening everything of me, turning some things to rocks Because a perfect picture would be missing if one leaves