Why does it always come back to you?
You were my first, my first love.
My first accident. My first clue.
As soon as we were done you flew like a dove.
I know what we have is no longer
But part of me wishes to always hold you,
Even though you were never truly mine to hold.
If anything, this has made me stronger.
But it makes me feel all so blue
And my room is forever cold,
Because I don't have you to hold.
But now that you are leaving,
I hope I will be able to see
Through all this fog, through all this mist.
Part of me still wants to cling
Onto the broken memories of what once was, I'm not ready to set you free.
Not ready to let you go, for I know there's so much that I've missed.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
Why does it always come back to you?
You were my first, my first love.
My first accident. My first clue.
As soon as we were done you flew like a dove.
I know what we have is no longer
But part of me wishes to always hold you,
Even though you were never truly mine to hold.
If anything, this has made me stronger.
But it makes me feel all so blue
And my room is forever cold,
Because I don't have you to hold.
But now that you are leaving,
I hope I will be able to see
Through all this fog, through all this mist.
Part of me still wants to cling
Onto the broken memories of what once was, I'm not ready to set you free.
Not ready to let you go, for I know there's so much that I've missed.
