Pushing it away,
This time your hope was true,
You thought it would work.
No.
It never is,
Why is it so hard to move on?
Is it admitting that the past has now become lies?
Where you want it to be true so much,
That you'll go to the most extreme measures to get it back.
Just get rid of the feeling of betrayal,
Do we just want that part to be erased?
Joy, love, felt for the first and only time,
Why do we want to rid ourselves of the best time of our lives?
The pain of looking back and seeing it dying,
Kicking ourselves for seeing it,
But not doing anything.
Hindsight is killing us all.
We know in our heart that we must move on,
We know that there's more,
But we get so hung up on this,
Why?
Maybe because we only want to see "remember i will alwasy love you" just once more,
And know it's not a lie.
