These days the smallest things make me cry..
and even the happiest times don't evoke a tiny smile..

They say nothing has changed..
then why do I feel this cold draft of the unfamiliar

They say things have to change..
then why do I yearn for the old belonging

I want things to be the way they were..the way I thought they were meant to be
So tell me, do I ask for too much when I ask for what was once mine..the love I had promised myself forever