I guess it's time to face the past.
All the love that didn't last.
All happened for a reason,
Life changes like the seasons.
In a cycle, until we come to an end.
Loving and losing, picking and choosing.
Done and finished, demolished and diminished.
We close doors, to bring us to others,
others that show us the way,
our way, your way, and my way.
What's done is done.
The rest has just begun.