I spend most of my time dwelling in the past. Memories of her haunt me reminding me of what I had. Wanting them to stop and go away but the pain always seems to stay. I'm loosing sight and keep going adrift and find myself caught In the drift.

If there was an easy way out then what would life be, if there was an easy way I can tell you would you sit by me and tell me all the things we can be. If there was an easy way only to make you see my love for you would last eternity.