It's funny how years can go by.
Without a reminder.
Then within a blink of any eye.
Something triggers inside.
All the memories of a past love.
Come flooding back.
You can't stop it.
You can't control it.
And it hurts.
As if it's eating you alive inside.
Remembering is the most painful thing.
About a lost love.
The what ifs begin to plague your mind.
Your imagination takes hold.
If I did something different,
Would you be here?
If I never said those things,
Would you still care?
If I pretended to be someone you wanted,
Would be still be by my side?
A lost love haunts through the decades.
Eating you away inside.