I remember going back to your house for the first time,
I was terrified and shaking,
but you comforted me like no one else ever had.
It felt like a place where you really made it home,
it was the first and only place in my life
that I ever learned to wake up smiling.
Now I pass it by, staring in the empty window,
tears welling up in my eyes
as it feels more like a graveyard now -
the place where our love died.
It is so hard to fight these feelings,
so hard to hold back from screaming out to you
because I can still feel you lingering in the background.
I just want to go back one last time,
regather every single memory you ever gave me,
for I fear that I am running out of memories,
and I am terrified that all of the good ones won't ever come back.
Good memories keep clashing with the bad,
causing thunder storms in my head
and rainstorms in my eyes,
and I don't know which ones to blame for the pain.
But oh how I remember how it once used to be,
and I cannot lie,
cannot deny,
that every time I pass your house by,
I long to have us back.
