every now and then i kinda get over you, forget you, let my wounds heal and don't think of you at all. And everything starts to seem perfectly nice and i'm sorta happy and it even seems that i will be able to move on someday. But then all this "kinda happy and nice" -shit hits me and i start to recall how it all was between us and i open my wounds that i've wanted so hard to heal and then i just wallow in sorrow and pity myself for thinking everything was just fine again. Just can't help but wonder - why on earth do you have this iron hold on me.