The thoughts just excruciate me even more.
No, I learned to let go of the past and moved on with my life.
Suddenly all these flashes of memories just came back and made my day again.
I wasn’t depressed anymore.
But dreams of you and me, I guess I'm still holding on tight to it.
Wishing that maybe miracles would happen and I was right to not let you go in the first place.
Reluctant to recall the smiles and laughter you brought to me.
I was alone again.
‘Trying to keep the lights from going out,
You said it there, that you’re left out.
Is it even possible that you’re feeling what I'm feeling these few days?
I don’t enjoy the awkwardness, that’s why I prefer to walk alone.
I'm not trying to act saint.
I'm dreading for the arrival of that day.
These few days, have been abnormally peaceful.
Picking myself up again.
‘I could go back to every laugh
But I don’t wanna go there anymore’