Can You Tell Blue Skies From Pain?

On my 5th shot, writing just got a little better but I can't escape this nostalgic feeling. I can't stop thinking about all those moments in the past when I felt alive and I truly smiled. You have no idea how much I wish I still had you around. I never tell anyone what it's like. But one day feels like three years without you. Please take me twelve years back. For a week, for a day. I've been so lost without you.