I've looked back before but never with much success.
I can't forget what I feel, but I'll translate it as less.
They are simple to destroy when the feelings are new.
Old ones don't die easy and they scream when they do.
I'll miss what we had and what we might well have been.
While the pain erodes the evolution I've seen.
Because that's it, in the shell of the nut.
We were glowing like Chernobyl, when the power was cut.