Often I find that I love what I cannot have
And I cannot feel for what stands before me
Now all I can long for is what I once had
Why do I care so deeply about that one
I wonder at times where I shall end up
And ponder about where my true heart lies
Can I ever truly stop feeling how I do?
Will I ever be able to move on?
I’m emotionally dead inside now..
Only caring about my last love
I am unable to see the good in others
Nor am I able to feel for another
I fear that my life is destined to be lonesome
And I try to fill my time with activities
Activities that tend to be truly pointless
But I always end up spending my nights alone
And I always tend to long for my lost love