They say you remember your first love forever

How pained am I to have you haunting my dreams every night

Burning holes in my heart as I inhale all that we were

They say it's better to have loved than lost

But tell me, isn't that what we did?

We lost our chance to make this what we desired

Did the flame burn low or did I blow it out

I'd rather forget every memory that we were than hold onto anything at all.