Is it true what they say, that time heals anything?
Or is it just that some things slip away
while some come to haunt you down?
For years I've been wishing for you to come back
just as much as i've been wishing for you to get the fuck out off my head.
and just as I kinda stopped caring whether I'll somday forget you or always remember you,
you reappear. Just like that.
oh, it's the sweet irony only life can hold.