Four years later and all I'm left with is a broken smile, lonely eyes, and shattered dreams.
Yeah it's been a while since I've felt your touch.
Since I've gazed into your warm eyes.
But it's my reality, and all I can do is try to make the best of it.
Yeah, sometimes they touch my heart.
But in reality they don't want it.
And I'm left comparing every one of them to you.
Does that make me a bad person?
Four years later and I'm still mesmerized by our fantastical paradise.
Deep down I know I'm undeserving of a love that burns as deep as ours once did.
But that doesn't stop me from searching.
Maybe one day I'll be worth it.
Until then I'll try not to over self medicate to try to feel something more than pain and regret.
But that's my life.
Four years later, and I'm broken and alone.
Just searching for someone or somewhere to call home.