Analysis of My dear past from the blast

I can no longer take it,  
This road of love has drained all my strength,
I walked until I had blisters of disappointment,
you crippled my ability to love again

I gave up my heart, you left it in pieces
I fell for you, only to realize I fell alone
I am just holding onto,
 a rope that was already cut.

Thanks for waking me up,
from this lucid dream ;
for reminding me that love is only,
found in movies and happy ever after in fairytales.

As feelings fade, memories never fade
how do I erase these captured memories?