Look back and see
What once we were
And that from where we are now
We never may return

i once loved a boy
who didn't find solace in my arms
but in his drugs

I never write about you
I write about who I was
When I was with you
How I loved, when I loved you
And how I fell, when I lost you

I now write about finding my balance
Which comes back to you
But no
I insist, I never write about you

It's been one month since my last letter.
This month, I did not think of you, I really succeeded that.
Sure there is still certain things which reminds me of you, some songs, but I succeeded.

Your name leave no more that bitter taste in my mouth,
It doesn't play in repeat for hours in my head,
Your voice is a distant memory and your perfume is forgotten.
I still think of you sometimes, but it's different now, i am cured of you.

One day you will understand that I was made for you,
That I would have made you happy,
I would have give you everything of me, even  my soul.

One day you will regret,
You will think of it, vaguely, that it would have work, if you tried.

I've fallen in various pits of love
But his...
his was filled with sapphires
With roses that bloomed
A sun that kissed away my fire

I've fallen and I've failed
But with him
With him it wasn't just a burning desire
There was no pain, regret or gloom
With him I was wired