This one is centered around how Ponyboy is feeling/thinking after the death of Johnny and Dallas.

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All That's Left of Memory
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Everything is different
Nothing is the same
My life has become imperfect
And there's nothing left to take away the blame

I know deep down that it's all my fault
If I had just reacted another way
Maybe they would still be here, standing besides me today
Looking back on all the memories
I wish it could all go back to the way it was
Everyone was happy then
And no tale as tragic would have come out as I picked up the pen

It changed me, every bit of it did
Never again will I be the same
We never would have hid
And there would be nothing for shame

I feel like I'm living in a horrible haze
They're all convinced it's just a phase
It's because we're all broken
I know it is, even though it's never been spoken

I don't want to learn to be tough
Even if it could get me through everything rough
I can't learn not to feel
I need for this all to not be real
The glue that held up together is gone
And all our emotions are up for pawn

I want to go back into that world
The one where everything was alright
Hope is still existing, they're still alive
And there is no subject to cause a fight
Although it would only be for a small time
Anything is better than having to face the light

Everything happened too fast
Too fast for any of us to catch it and last
I need to go back and live in the past
Not to change the fact
But to feel normal and intact

I didn't know what was happening when it was
I was just standing and feeling in the way
Turned out that in the end that we all had to pay
We had to grow up fast and forget how to play

I convinced myself that it was all my doing
I didn't hear the screams from the grips of fate unfurling
Turning out to be too blind to see
What was happening right in front of me
I didn't comprehend the full effect
Of what the whole play would come to defect

Some days are harder than others
Those are the days that are hard to take standing
The ones where I truly miss my brothers
The ones where I hear the sound of the angels landing

They were as contrasting as night and day
But they both made each other stay
Without one, there was no other
Without a child, there was no mother

Now that they're gone
I realize that they weren't here all that long
And each day seems to drag
Each and every movement seems to lag

Missing in action
I will never again see their reaction
Don't have to deal with the dissatisfaction
Of knowing that they have nothing left to caption

They went on together
At least they're not alone
One tough as nails and hard as leather
The other not even experienced enough to wear cologne
The rest of us are left behind
And there's nothing surprising left to find

Died a hero, died a hood
Nothing left of where they stood
All that's left of memory
Is the sound of thunder
And the persistent heartbeat of a dreamer

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