Testo: Five Minute Ride. November In My Soul.

This past infliction?
this past infliction.

Walking down where we used to share
and every time I pass your street
I die remembering the pain I felt
the tears I shed for what I wished
it's you that I missed
All I wanted was an answer
some reassurance for?

All this past infliction
is beating me to the ground.

Was it all worth it
this pain I feel inside
I should have let you go and left you alone
All I wanted was an answer
some reassurance but there was none

Here in my heart I feel you close
Close to me in my dreams
and when I'm not sleeping everything
everything reminds me of you
everything reminds me of you