Lover, sinner, thief

18 years lived, 4 years dead. I've lost myself in a cold october night. no innocence is left of me. and every day feels like wasting. I've wasted these years. half stackED inside 'what if's', half stackED inside regrets. time went by and silence came. depression is my one and only friend. in lonely nights, I still lay awake, spending hours asking...'where have you been? to save me from my mistakes. easy love and some bottles of sin, were all it needed to make a lover a thief.' you're hazel eyes, my favorite (favoUrite, well british English) smile. missed IT? since the day when you said goodbye. and my heart still knows our swan song. I'm sorry, âcause this was our last song. and every day feels like wasting. I've wasted these years. half stackED inside 'what if's', half stackED inside regrets. And it all happened too fast. now it's too late, can't turn back time, I've failed. and I spent nights waiting for you in the cold. I spent nights hoping for you in my thoughts, but you never came. YOU NEVER CAME. only in my dreams you came... and with every night spent alone the distance grows and further seems forever. and I realize I'm all aloneâ¦