what's right
what's wrong
what's here
what's gone

leaving me is the least that you can do

i hear it coming, its coming slow
i see it approaching, in its soft glow
a time to come, the time to go
some things just weren't meant to grow old
just finding the right time to let go

and it'll all soon fade away
scars fading with each passing day
in a few years, without a trace
the last hints of a lingering taste
that distant memory, bittersweet laced
that slowly disappearing face