Past and present. Both matters just as much yet we can't undo what is already done. What fairness is there in that? Yet flashing back to before seems more unpleasant and painful. I wish I could do something about this. What is going to become of us now, then later in the future? If you and her were meant for each other, what would be made out of us? Don't hook my heart with promises, because I'm fully aware that promises will always be broken. I apologise for my pessimism but paranoia's in full control now. I can't let go of my past, I can't afford to chuck it away like it never happened.

I don't wanna run away but I can't take it
I don't understand
If I'm not made for you
Then why does my heart tell me that I am