Moving On

In the end, there’s just



Allow yourself to see it from my view:

Love is something you lose yourself in

Regret is when you realize, too late that

Everything has changed

And instead of losing yourself, you lost me.

Dreams are haunting your waking hours with

Yearning, but nothing can be changed.


Go on, move forward. There’s

Only so much more that can be done when

Never means forever and

Everything we had is lost.