. Actually, a song: Is a friend not gone? Is she not lost in Time? Is she just going about, not knowing That Celeste’s built her a shrine? Didn’t get to say goodbye Couldn’t do anything but cry When should I smile and laugh and fly When I feel like I could die? Is it not an empty hole Is it not now filled with her tears? Is it not sadness, Disguised with beauty, Disguised with perfection, Disguised with happiness. Do others not see it as “just another pond”? The others see a boring pond, the others, But Celeste’s tale, is another. Didn’t get to say goodbye Couldn’t do anything but cry When should I smile and laugh and fly When I feel like I could die? Does the friend not remember her? Does the friend not grieve her? Does the friend not care about the day When everything fell apart? Didn’t get to say goodbye Couldn’t do anything but cry When should I smile and laugh and fly When I feel like I could die? She tries to make it better. She tries to patch it up. Yet her sadness often bubbles out. Didn’t get to say goodbye Couldn’t do anything but cry When should I smile and laugh and fly When I feel like I could die? ...Yea
