MUXIBOSH - Memories

People come and leave like smoke, disappearing in the rain,
So I learned to wear the darkness like a fire in my veins.
There were nights I felt abandoned by the world I used to know,
Trying to find a reason not to lose myself alone.
But the highway kept on whispering through the echo of the storm,
Saying broken hearts grow stronger every time they carry on.
Not the moon above the sky; the line feels different than before.