all my friends are superheroes (except you)

take me back to the time when we were genuine

let me set the stage for you. its 3:06am, you're on msn, you scroll up and down your list because you're bored. you see an old friend. but he's always online. no biggie. you look at his msn name. you see something familiar. you can't quite put your finger on it. but after repeating it to yourself, softly whispering the words each time, you realize why it was so familiar. you wrote it. it was a song you wrote for a project in gr 12 english. a song about friendships. a song about turning your back. a song about deep regret. your friend quoted your very own song about turning your back. you turned your back on this friend. you never gave him the lyrics for the song; but he remembered anyway. he remembered when you forgot. then you realize, nothing's the same anymore. you've changed, they've changed, and the world as you once knew it to be is different. home is not where you grew up, home is where you are. you realize how circumstantial things really are. you leave that place you once called home as a young naive child. and here you are, slightly wiser in terms of the way the world operates and you realize that ultimately, things only happen when convenient. you try and you try to make things work out. you tell yourself and others that things will be fine if you put the right effort into it. you lied. you lied. you lied to yourself, you lied to your friends, you lied. it was all a lie. you lived a lie. you convinced yourself of the lie. you thought things would never end. you were as hopeful as a friends forever bracelet. but above all, you were wrong -- dead wrong. i'm sorry. sorry. sounds funny, that word. what does it mean anyway?

Faded photographs
Broken memories
Don’t tell me its time
To throw it all away
Is it time?