Why?
Why is it, that everytime i feel at my weakest, the past comes back, with all it's memories..
Good times and the bad
The laughter and the arguments
The raw emotion and the games that were played.
The truth and the lies
The angel of light and darkness
The angel of dreams and nightmares
Can't tell if it's a curse or something else anymore.
It was my fault, I was blind, I was stupid and young.

























