L.B

you wish you could tell them that you can still feel the wind
The same one they feel on that fall evening,
That the way you left town was a mistake,
That the day he took you happened on the wrong street, on the wrong date-
The best times of your life are on repeat in your head,
Everything could be perfect here, but it's just not the same
The most beautiful days all on repeat in your head
But when the feeling's gone, someone tell me what's left?
What's left to believe in when you can't be saved?
What's left to believe in when he stole your faith?