as i look at pictures of you,
they bring back memories,
each one telling a story,
of past sucesses and past failures,
of past what would of beens,
and millons of past what should of beens,
especially of the how i wish it all could of ended,
yet i feel like i've moved on,
yet hidden feelings still hold strong,
as i look at pictures of you,
past regrets,
fill my heart,
wishing to just start all over new,
sometimes i fuckin feel lost,
as i look at pictures of you...