I always wonder how life would be,
if we were still together.
Would the words I love you  mean something?
Or just be a parade of letters.
I guess I'll never know...and I'll forever have to wonder
the hardest part of letting go,
is trying to forget what you remember.

But finally I'm free!

Or at least that's what my mind wants me to feel...

Maybe I'll feel free, when the devil takes up my deal.

When you let go, why is the pain caged in like nightfall, and not release like the sun rays up above?

Maybe that's the reason why they call it,

falling in love...