Have you ever wanted to something so bad?
Then one day your wish finally came true..
You were happy as ever and went right along with it.
So much time has passed when you realize that you want to go back.
It's too late now though, you're left depressed, sad, and lonely...
How will I ever go back? When will I be able to?
Why did this have to happen? Why don't I have a choice?
This is my life, isn't it?
The shower seems to be the key place where I find out things about myself..
When I cry I spend that time in the bathroom..
I want go back, scratch that, need to go back.
It's my only hope. Otherwise I'll spend the rest of my days in misery wondering what could have been.