I want to go back, to when I was gorgeous to you When you thought I was kind, protective, and loving too When you said I was perfect, and everything you wanted Back to the days before I was haunted by the ghosts of the past, and promises broken and by all of the words that once were spoken. I want to go back, to the days when I mattered Back to the days, before my heart shattered.
I also want to stop writing about you. But none of the things I want are ever going to happen.