I can't stop thinking about you

Sometimes I just wish I could turn time back. I want to go back in to a time where I genuinely thought everything was going to be alright, where I felt safe and sound. Where I actually looked forward to waking up in the morning because my dreams weren’t as sweet as the reality I was breathing.

Because back then, I was happy. I was alive, you were alive, we were alive. I felt alive.

There’s no spark left in me now. It’s dimming down in to an abyss of nothingness. I’m becoming nothingness.

Just please, let me wind back the gears on the clock.