I hate how the memories always come back,
yet she never does, her presence lacks,
my loneliness acts like a shield, a desire,
a place where i end up when you retire,
always in the end it returns in flashes,
memories both good and bad burn your mind to ashes,
the feeling i felt then will never be felt again,
maybe it's for the best i let us end,
demons in disguise pulling me towards her,
the devil himself giving me anything for her,
my mind chose to store her as a misplaced angel,
i just wish you'd retrace your steps, angel,
be you heaven or hell, the best thing about you,
was i felt both with you and neither without you,
maybe i shouldn't ever again be able to feel,
like heaven or hell were both very real.