Despicable Times by Gabriele Alese

The present turns into a memory
(as soon as I look at it)
radiating its meaning away
(engulfed into a flame)

Did it really happen, now?
(What is left of you?)
All these places still exist
(But they mean nothing to me)

Was it worth it? I don’t know
(Do you miss me sometimes?)
Where are we now?
(It’s been despicable)

All the trouble I’ve been through
(all the people I have met)
All the memories I have
(I wonder where they have gone)

It is the same old song I wrote a thousand years ago
What else have I still got to say?

But then one day it will all be spent
as if it never was

Your world does not alter at death
it just comes to an end.