We all begin with good intent Love was raw and young We believed that we could change ourselves The past could be undone But we carry on our backs the burden Time always reveals The lonely light of morning The wound that would not heal It's the bitter taste of losing everything That I have held so dear. Its funny how exactly like that I feel right at the moment. He wants me back and I don't know what to say to him. I'm so in love with him. We'll never make each other happy. Its an option. No its fucking not. But it has to be. I shall go outside and scream at the sky. At least David has lost interest in me, that uncomplicates things alot.