.. i hate it when im alone,
'cause memories keep appearing
on my mind.. Flashbacks of those happy times..
and i realize at the end, that memories are
just meant to be reminisced..
past is past.. we can never go back.. i
hope time machines are real so
that whenever i miss something or someone
in my past, i would just go back
and be happy again..
now, it seems like everything
is complicated... really complicated..