Holding on.    Holding on to what I have of you.   Sometime it seems it's all I ever have.   It's true that a memory, a memory is keeping me alive.   I'm not being possessive if I need you to survive.      Displaced by circumstances not beyond control.   Past thoughts of romance are tearing at my soul.      But I need you to make mine whole.      Displacement by something that you love.   But I can't make you stop.   Can't hurt my one true love.   Because if I did I fear you would resent me.   But this time is killing me.   My heart must represent me.   Why can't things be the way they were?