How do I begin to tell you the story of my old lost love?
When our book has already closed
And our chapters give me paper cuts
How do I reminisce?
When with those ecstatic moments
In a brief span of time
Would hurt when remembered
Like being in snow beautiful but cold
Like being near fire but being inflamed
Like drowning but you see people breathing normally

Plundering into a familiar yet uneasy state
Thats how I am now
now that my love's gone.