Because I never lost the memories.

You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
My longing for you has gone on so long.
To imagine me without it would be madness.
I always imagined you were to far gone.
Now do I reply? What do you say?
When happiness is a step away.
Behind a door.
But behind that door.
Could be despair just as easily.
How do I step forward,
When It could snap the only string,
that's keeping me together.