What if the times had changed?
It seems that every day just remains the same.
The tides against me, as I come up short in my search for something more.

This can’t be all there is.
This empty feeling and my lack of dealing is eating me alive.
Love is something I’m afraid does not exist.
I’ll just throw it away.

You made your choice.
And I made mine.
You can’t miss what you forget.