I’ve been here before, it seems to familiar not to know it...

I’ve smelled this scent and remember it as if to was yesterday.....

I’ve lived this moment over and over, with a different ending every time.....

I remember this all to well but I can’t remember its name....

I can see it across your face I feel it when your near....

It starts off as Joy and end in Pain......

I remember it now, It’s what young girls think is love.....