I don't come to our favorite places
Because I miss you.
I come to our favorite places
To remember what my life was like.
I had forgotten how happy I once was;
How happy you made me.
But false happiness is infact
Worse than the greatest sadness.
So as I look out on the silent waves
From the private shore with benches,
I realize I have out grown all those foolish ways;
I have out grown you twice over.
Fret not though,
I will always have fond thoughts of us
But I will always come back to our favorite places
To remember why I left.