Bed of Proses.

xxxiv.

I Know What You Did Last Summer

Wish that could I,
Change those previous times,
Way back everything was so simple,
Before everything turn into embers.

Every emotions - I can feel,
Like what happened on twentieth of April,
Way back we had one another at our best,
before one of us turn out into a mess.

If I could go back,
And tell myself,
Out from the black,
I would said:

I know what you did,
Things I've never seen,
I know what you did last summer,
All things we've once did,
Reminiscing me,
All of your own troubles,
Cause I know what you did last summer.

Say you'll find yourself,
But why I found you at the doorstep?
And what can I expect,
From all the words you said?
Don't said it tall and proud,
If the best thing you've did,
Is to run.

I know what you did,
Slowly it kills,
I know what you did last summer,
Shame it all to me,
All pain you give,
Will be a horror to remember.