Sometimes I think about the way it used to be.
And suddenly I am left with a burning in my chest,
A longing for things that have been and can never be again.
And I find myself thinking of the way things are now.
And I am left with nothing but a dull numbness spreading throughout my body,
Freezing me from the inside out until I am nothing but a frigid shell.
That's when I realize that there is no going back.
You cannot fix a broken soul; you cannot give life to the dead.