Perhaps nothing is ever quite as painful as getting over your first love. It’s not just any old break-up; this is the boy/girl who taught you what it means to fall in love. You thought you’d spend the rest of your lives together. You have loads of jokes and memories of the time you spent together. Now that it’s over, you’re scared to death you’ll never find anyone to ever replace them.
The second time, I’m here again to start somethin… I wish I could start over. I am trying, fighting against but words are still behind, why? I don’t know. My hands, fingers- they are shivering to strike the keys. I find, I cannot do again… I ask myself then when again, when are you going to sit here again. Just a simple answer, I don’t know.