Seasons come and seasons go,
Where my heart stops I’ll never know.
But in this crazy realm called life,
You’ve got to try, You’ve got to try.
That goes unsaying, aggrivating, unsettling thoughts,
All take their toll on a once guiltless time,
That resents the strife that I now call mine.
I often lay awake at night,
Reminiscing the life
I once led,
In a blissful haven where I could rest my head.
I remember those times where we embraced,
I miss your touch,
I miss your face.
I miss living like we used to;
The life I thought I knew.
I miss all the little things.
I miss them so bad.
I miss them with all my heart.
I miss what we had.
It meant everything to me.
It was everything to me.
It was all meant to be.
It was everything I wanted it to be.