The drawing of me

Silly thoughts of small deeds. Everything that once answered to your needs. The thoughtless but kind. The caring but blind. Everything fades away.

Everything fades away, come turning of the tide. For your love I'm sorry. For your pain, don't worry. Everything fades away.

Silhouettes and false leads. That which drew you, like a crow to glass beads. Secrets spied. Wishes sighed. Everything fades away.

All I'm saying is don't give up, when you're getting so close. All I'm saying is don't give up, it's the right way you chose.
Everything fades away with time, or at least gets blurrier, but we still feel the same if we think about our feelings. We might go on, but our experiences are written in us like tattoo ink on our body. Our past designes us like drawings on a piece of paper. We continue living, and learn new things and get to know new people, but the truth is that we are who we are thanks to the people we've known along the way. Erasing those people is like rubbing away a part of ourselves.

What's your opinion?