To think of the times where i thought,
where i wished,
where i dreamt
of the times i could of had with you.
of all that you could have been to me,
of what i would have said,
of what we could have done.
no use of trying to take back the time
of before there was you ever in my mind.
no use of trying to rid of your ghost
because that would just be pointless.
you haunt me in mid day,
at night,
and in my sleep.
the point of trying to rid of you
would just be asking to take the road of insanity
and unstability.
don't think i could live with the fact
that i had left the thoughts of you
on the side of the road,
and try to move on with life
with the mere thought of having left you behind.
to think if i could rid the thought of you
is a crazy thought.
but i can picture myself reaching my hand out
to something that could rewind time and take it all back.
don't question it,
but just reach out
and push that big red button.
