I think of those lost days of what seemed to be so perfect
I get lost in the past; get lost in reminiscing.
Knowing that life has no rewind button, I push to move forward.
Not letting go because I want to
But, better yet, because I have to.
Your heart no longer beats to the sound of my drum,
So I’m giving up.
I hate those words of defeat,
But what’s a girl to do…
When the man she loves,
No longer loves her?