I was hoping I'd forget the past. Enough has changed for anyone to move on by now. At some point you have to admit to yourself. You might live and die alone someday. All that we do is dwell on the things that we can't change. I swear I'm trying not to think about you. Maybe a year wasn't enough space for me. And now I'm contemplating everything again. It's gotten to the point where I can't keep emotions in. Sometimes I think I'm better off moving where I won't be found. But I know that your memories will follow me forever now. All that I do is dwell on the things that I can't change. And we made our plans with a pinky swear, Built a house on sand, now this ring is bare.