Along with the spring sun the memories of my long lost love arises.
The memory fragments are getting pieced back together.
I see him in strangers on the street,
looking for him though I know he's not here..
I know it's stupid, the person I miss no longer exists.
The harsh reality turned my dreams into nightmares.
His lies and deceptions are now haunting me in my sleep.
There's no place left for him and I to be.
Waking up, memories fresh, aching heart.
Lips longing for the bottle, like so many nights before.
Anything to drown the hope of something that'll never be.
And the pain of a time that was..