The Lost Me

I was standing here in this lonely place with nobody, its like I’m hanging in nowhere. I was left alone, seeing red cups allover and empty bottles of beer I was so ashamed that I was not in place. One thing I remembered last night was flashy lights and noise. I think love is like a dream that sometimes its true but most of the time its not. But when I hold the key he gave me, I remember what happened to us. It’s like opening memories and locking them up. But with him is like a perfect photo in my album. But it’s not for us. I’m not sure why, when someone smiles at you, you were like a magnet that it keeps me loosing you. It seems you played me a lot, but I’m still here finding my balance. I think the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him. It was losing me.