It's hard for me when I think about the things that never been, they keep coming back again like they've got something good. I love my memories but they have a way of controlling me at times and

           I'm so lost without you.

And I can't get far from it and from what went wrong and I know its stupid cause it's been so long. 

The farther I get away, the more I hold on, it's just this feeling I get… it's like I'm not done yet