Blissful Foreshadowing

I can see the end approaching.
The end of all that we were.
So many memories turn to revolting.
Love left as a forgotten blur.
I can see the end approaching.
It laughs in my face.
I can see how the past is haunting.
Just wait until the pictures fade.
Just wait until the pictures fade.
Because the past is eventually torn away.
Just wait until my pictures, fucking, fade.