What's done is done you can't redo the past, pain fills your heart, then your alone at last. There's a shock sent right through you making you wish you would die, because you know living a life without them, is living a lie. You find someone new, then it all falls apart, one mistake from your past tears it all apart. You wish you could undo it, you wish you could turn back the hands of time, but the truth is no matter what it is, it will hunt you all the time. All you can think about is them and it brings tears to your eyes, sorrow fills your soul and you are memorized. You lye awake at night trying to go to sleep, but the thought of hurting them makes you o so weak, you can't close your eye's because you know they'll be in your dreams, you cant say goodbye because the thought of them never leaves. It lingers in your mind all through out the day, while the whole time you wish the pain would just go away. You try finding ways to say I'm sorry, I wish we could go back. But the thought of hurting them again makes you hold back, you want them to move on, to get along in there lives, but you cant stand the thought of them with some other guy. You know you will see them again, as time moves along, but you won't be able to look at them in the face, as your walking along. Then the thought of moving on yourself, isn't even in consideration, but you find yourself drowning in desperation. You find yourself clinging on to other people for help, but the feeling is not the same, and will never be for anyone else. You know it, but can't except it, because the thought hurts so bad, you want to break down and cry, but your pride is holding you back. You want to say screw it and let everything go, but you can't because your mind is playing tricks on you so. You find yourself doing things you never did in a long time, like smoking pack after pack hours at a time. You don't want to resort to your past, because it will lead you down the drain, but you think what else would help you cope with all this pain. Therefore, you sit and wait, hoping it will all go away, but pack after pack, it all stays the same. You had your futer planed before you, but all this crap is holding you back, they were supposed to be in it, but know it's all cracked. It's 2:30 in the morning and I'm still wide awake, your ring is on my finger and I sit here and bake, I bake in desperation that just won't give or take. Wanting you back, is all that is on my mind, but I cant, no I can't, because there is no more time.
