"Why am I still here" I ask What's keeping me here is the past And the hope that what we have will last. I recall and revisit the things we've said, Things that make me happy and dread. But how my heart drops at how much we've changed, What once felt good, now feels strange. The devil in my ear tells me to walk away, But the promises I made insist that I stay. My heart aches as I ponder, My mind starts to wonder. Where did we go wrong? When did we change? What once felt good, now feels strange. I exist in the present because of our past. It's unfortunate it passed so fast. When I doubt, I scroll through what you wrote to me, I'd look at every picture you sent to me, And it brought me serenity. Twas the peace that calmed my storm, Twas the fire that kept my soul warm.