I was fine, until that song...

I couldn't help but weep. How did this happen?

I had to move on, and I knew it. But I just couldn't help.

I tried a lot of stuff to do so. I didn't succeed until I got to tap dance. It was then that I started to relish those 'good ol' times'.

Until then, I couldn't even afford to think back. But now, I could.

And I did. Very much so. I looked back and kept thinking about all the times I'd yelled at her and wishing I hadn't.

But the past is past, and you can't change that.

Heaven knows I knew that...