Flooding back,
Partly through my eyes,
The music reminds,
Oh God why?
Why is it over,
When it was so good?
All good things must come to an end,
But when the good is replaced,
Is replaced with unbearable depression,
What the hell are you supposed to do?
You can't resort to the memories,
They only make it worse.
So how can you look forward,
When the good in the past hurts so much?
I can't...
