West Boulevard

I don't want to think about the way things were. I've been living in the past for too many years and I can't stand the ache of knowing that

I've lost pieces of my life that I can't replace. The only thing you can count on is chage. I don't want to think about the time that's passed because it's created a chasm between us that we can't cross.

I can't understand how we could have let this happen to us (it happened to us). We drifted apart, we drifted away from our common foundations. The only thing you can count on is change. It hurts to grow older.

It hurts to lose touch. It hurts to remember. It hurts to give up. It hurts to grow older.
It hurts to look back. It hurts to remember those days, those weeks, those months, those years.
There's one broken record line repeating in my mind: I miss the past.