take me back to the start, she said. i just want to be free, again. sitting here crying, in a smoke filled room. i dont know what to do, i am lost, without you. listening to music that makes the tears flow. searching for answers, why did you go? what was so wrong with me, i tried to be everything that i ever possibly even thought i could be. i dont do anything anymore but sit here alone. high off the drugs, looking for your attention but you dont even shrug. i would do anything to go to the beginning. before it all got fucked up. i know i fucked up. i admit i fucked up... but everybody fucks up. shoould that render me unacceptable? she fucked up but you took her back in a heartbeat. i guess my heart took the back seat. just tell me why, why dont you love me? i would give anything, just to be free again. i am held captive by the love i am not getting. they say that time heals all wounds... i say thats not true. because i still cry myself to sleep at night with thoughts of you... and its been two years. and they say that sometimes letting go makes you stronger. and i guess thats ok because you dont want me any longer, and im sick and tired of fighting for someone who isnt fighting back. but i would do anything to go back to the start. before you ever forgot.