Analysis of FEELINGS.

Surprisingly it still lingers, doesn't even flicker, let alone wither, you know like crops in winter do, and now I know it may hurt more than I want it to, that is if it fades with the morning fog. But if it's going to happen after all, I prefer to take it alone, no one involved, just me and my small radio in a cave hole not far from the west coast, wanting it to be like before though I know it would never be,never meant to be. Or if it happens, I'll just have amnesia and forget all the ideas I had for the future,by the sea shore for there will be no reason to go down memory lane...
I'm sorry to think about myself but of I can't save me, I can't save you either. You need to be free, no, we have to be free so I can't stay still and wait for you to... nevermind, it all comes down to the fact that I'm so messed up, big time and you don't need to help me out, not this time because I need you to turn your back and run...