At first there was only pain. Disclosure and being hung up on made me cry and feel like such a fool. But we were young and careless, we made our mistakes and took it for what it was.

Then came regret. I bit my tongue and swallowed my drugs, threw my little tantrums and wasted the years away. These are the years of denial. No matter what we cannot turn back time.

Now there is nothing. You are the lightning and I am the thunder. I live to chase your spark but you disperse in a flash, and my impetuous clashing become songs to lament in your wake.

Now there is only lonesome