Everything was going well -
or so I thought it was.
On the past it's hard to dwell
hits brake instead of gas.

Gloves are torn from holding on.
Feet are burnt from staying.
Eyes are swollen from the lesson.
Ears just can't stop bleeding.

I just want to be happy.
Why does it seem so hard?
So happy with a lady,
seeing that killed me with shard.

I am wishing to forget,
each of the memories.
Aiming it like a target
wishing to hit it, please.

I just want to move forward.
I just want to move on.
Wishing my mind be altered,
I want all of it to foregone.