Half Lung

This is not about me. 

This is not about him.

The truth is this is about us.

There's no me without him.

And there's no him without me.

We completed each other,

right and left.

But now he's moving forward.

Leaving me behind.

Down unto the history.

Stomp me with the new memories.

Not the memories with me,

with the other one.

So now it's empty.

My half lung is empty.

Replace it,

Going to replace it soon.

But it will never be the same.

Different memories makes different people.

Different new lung for me.

And soon I will stomp the old histories.

So this is a goodbye.

Good bye, old lung.

Have a good life so I won't regret anything.