Do You Remember?
Do you remember the day when everything fell?
Do you remember the words that were spoken?
Did you cry?
Did you scream?
Is that the day you started to hate?
It wasn't?
You didn't hate before that, I remembered that.
I remembered the whispers you told another, the whispers that said hate was
to strong of a word.
You learned how strong hate was that day, I know.
Do you remember what it was like before that day?
Do you remember the laughs?
Do you remember what you use to be?
Do remember that was the day you started to fade?
I remember.
I was there when she told you.
I remember all the words.
I remember all the screams.
I remember all the tears.
I remember the day everything fell apart.
I wanted to tell you that it was nothing.
I wanted to tell you it was only necessity that she conceived.
I wanted to tell you what my stares meant.
But I remember that was the day you started to hate.
You left the house that day and stared at me with the opposite of what I've
felt for you.
You learned to hate and it was my fault.
After that day you started to fade.
Now the laughs are little and there are no more stares from me.
You have to be here for there to be stares.
Do you remember as clearly as I remember?
I remember you.
I remember Yamcha.
Do you remember the day when everything fell?
Do you remember the words that were spoken?
Did you cry?
Did you scream?
Is that the day you started to hate?
It wasn't?
You didn't hate before that, I remembered that.
I remembered the whispers you told another, the whispers that said hate was
to strong of a word.
You learned how strong hate was that day, I know.
Do you remember what it was like before that day?
Do you remember the laughs?
Do you remember what you use to be?
Do remember that was the day you started to fade?
I remember.
I was there when she told you.
I remember all the words.
I remember all the screams.
I remember all the tears.
I remember the day everything fell apart.
I wanted to tell you that it was nothing.
I wanted to tell you it was only necessity that she conceived.
I wanted to tell you what my stares meant.
But I remember that was the day you started to hate.
You left the house that day and stared at me with the opposite of what I've
felt for you.
You learned to hate and it was my fault.
After that day you started to fade.
Now the laughs are little and there are no more stares from me.
You have to be here for there to be stares.
Do you remember as clearly as I remember?
I remember you.
I remember Yamcha.