people come, and some must go
how long they'll stay, we'll never know
some are forgotten and some cant be
some have power over you and you cant break free
some are true friends and some are not
some are old friends you haven't forgot
some are just people you pass in the hall
but they were just another brick in the wall.
the wall of the present, the wall of my past
the wall of the forgotten and memories that last
the wall of personality, the wall of friends
the wall of my life being built till the end
some bricks crumble or fall out of place
cuz you've forgotten their memories or forgotten their face
but they're still in the ashes after they fall
cuz they were just another brick in the wall.