I hate going back.
The memories are too painful.
But I keep going back,
Because I can't seem
To let you go.
I stare out the window,
Waiting to see your car.
I look at the door,
Waiting to see your face.
I look everywhere else,
Just to see if you're there.
Deep inside,
I know the truth:
You're not there,
You're in Florida,
Having the time of your life,
Not thinking about me.
I wish that would come to me
As easily as it does to you.
Because I hate going back in time
Reliving every moment
We spent together,
Then having to face reality:
You're not here,
You don't love me.
