Glancing into those memories,
Often my eyes weep,
And often I wish to just go back and relive...
Revisiting the people who used to be,
Often my hands shiver,
And often I wish to hold them once again...
But what's done is done,
And that's gone is forever gone,
So I stab my weak heart with a knife,
And tell myself to move on with a guiltless smile...