with the wind running through my hair

as the wind runs through my hair

i suddenly get struck by a memory

a memory i tried to forget so hard

but one that never left me, as much as i pretended not to care

i feel your fingers running through my hair

your hand playing with my leg

i cant breathe for a second

i wish you were still here

when you left me

you took a piece of me with you

how i wish i would have fought for you

how i wish iwould have treated you the way you deserved it

but i did not

with the wind running through my hair

getting struck by a memory

that kills me inside:

to accept that you left me because of the way i treated you

now i am left

with too many if´s and would´s

was i ever right for you

was it my fault, i wonder

with the wind running through my hair

getting stuck by a memory

but i

will never

know