I remember I used to be able to make you laugh
and inspire you to create
and you were always happy to see me
your eyes didn’t lie
you had a passion that can still make me cry if I let it

I wonder why nobody else wants these things
(with me)
or why we let it get away

but that was years ago now
I ruined my life for you
and then tried to rebuild it

the only thing I have left
is a memory which crucifies me
every time I realize that nobody
will ever feel that way about me
again