People come and go Some lost their way and remain Some were short in time and went away But I stayed in the middle People come and go But I wait and wave For those on their way to me And those choose to continue their journey without me People come and go Sometimes they brought me gifts Most of the time there's none Probably just another nightmare, disguised as daydream People come and go But I choose to stay Maybe in their memories or accessories There's always traces of me but they won't notice