I don’t know how to forget him.
“He keeps coming back, through the cracks in my mind Of all the memories when our love was a two way street Can someone tell me how I go about leaving him behind? He keeps coming back, through the cracks in my mind I hate to admit that what we had still feels one of a kind Why does our love lay cold and dead while my heart still skips a beat? He keeps coming back, through the cracks in my mind Of all the memories when our love was a two way street” - Isn’t it funny how we can say to everyone around us that we are done with the past and that time has finally healed us. And sometimes even we believe it too. But then in the middle of the night or in moments when we are totally alone, we realize just how far we are from being “okay”.










