I couldn't find the love I wanted So I looked for it in other things Forgot promises I'd made To myself as a child That I swore I'd never break Now they lay shattered at my feet Like glass by the train tracks And I went on Kept on keeping on Hoping that the current pleasure Would be sweeter than the everlasting If only for a moment But when it passed my lips It turned bitter Like sour milk Instead of sweet honey, I tasted only ashes But still I would not be dissuaded I continued Seeking things that would only destroy me Because the destruction felt so much like the love I craved And if I could not get a grasp Of what I thought I wanted Maybe I wanted something else But I don't. I don't want it anymore I don't want it anymore
If the me I was 9 years ago-hell, even 4 years ago- could see me, see the things I've done and the promises I've tossed away for cheap things, would she want the future more, or less?