How?

How does it feel
When you still have the pain
Of wounds that will never heal
When you still can taste the sweetness
Of the moments you could steal
How does it feel
When you learn you'll never tell
What was fake from what was real

How could you know
That you'll have a different ending
For your show
That what was meant to be
Was to let go
How could you know
That you'll never stop swimming
against the flow

How long did it last?
And how sweet did it taste?
And if the future is the past
How many lives you'll waste?