You lose yourself over the damn time.

The person you once were with those ugly smiles and beautiful frowns;

The person you once hated and the person you once loved;

For you wake up with amnesia forgetting those lovely moments.

Scars from the future haunt you,

And maybe you realize you aren't perfect, maybe nobody is;

Maybe she left you sober while the world had left you drunk,

Because you lost yourself and they couldn't find the pieces that made you up,

Or perhaps they couldn't stand by to watch those dead flowers of yours to grow back again.

For it wasn't the fear of falling in love for you,

But of falling in that void again, not knowing how to crawl back out.