Remember the past, dream of the future
there is no changing the fact that they are gone
there is no changing the fact that you will not see them again
we miss the things that are gone
and take what we have for granted
no matter the experience
there is always the part of them we miss
there is always the hole in our hearts for what they turned us into
whether good or bad
it just makes or breaks us in the end
those who make it through the pain and hurt
those who push until the last second
they are the ones who are strong
we may have hated them
we may have despised them
but in the end
they made us who we are
