London Sadness Better Days [Rusted Memory]

I wake up late, I stay inside,
Same old room where dreams have died.
No new plans, no open door,
Just old songs I don’t sing anymore.

Friends moved on, I stayed behind,
Pictures fade but fill my mind.
I don’t change, I don’t ask why,
Yesterday still lives inside.

I don’t talk about it much,
Nothing left I need to touch.
Better times don’t come again,

Better days are dead and gone,
Steel and ash where hope belonged.
In my head they loop and fray —
Rusted memory.