That feeling that you sometimes get,
when you think the best has been in the past
and now is as good as it will ever get.
All the loves that shared your bed,
Embraces then you wish had last,
But alas you thought the best was yet to come
Always forward no regrets
Now you put on a sad song and write some lines,
Just waiting for the mood to pass,
And you sincerely hope it will not last,
for you fear the best was in the past.
Pray to god you will repent,
cause surely you had never ment,
to take those days for granted.
To love and be loved was all you wanted.