do you ever look at pictures of past lovers, feel sorry and wonder why you ever let them go? you wonder, could it have been something more. look how happy they seem and think, maybe you could have been there happy with them?
the worst part is when you’re alone. when you’re left sitting while the dust settles, the silence overwhelms you. and your mind can’t help but repeating each and every moment. you loved them, and wouldn’t you be happy. you can’t stand that you see their page every day. your heart still belongs with them each and every time. you wish you wish. and every song that you hear reminds you of them. and for the rest of your life, will. you’re so sorry that they’re gone. but it was what it is.
