Aren’t we all long for the past all our lives,
How beautiful it was, how much love was shared
The present is a battlefield, no soft spots but just angry words
From both sides, trying to slit each other’s throats with sharper words than the other
I can’t remember how you love me now
In my memory I keep rewind my past
Love is a pain, at times I think love should be abolished
We never get the love we choose to give..