I live through every lonely day
Always thinking about my past
I think about what else to say
Until those words are my last
No longer involved in your life
But you always appear in mine
Consistent struggles and strife
Kept my reality senses in a line
I tend to always brew a memory
Like the day we became a thing
When we met, when you left me
Seems to always rip away a wing
All I want to do is fly far far away
Leave all these memories behind
They constantly appear everyday
Making happiness harder to find