Captive

At times it’s like my heart doesn’t belong to me..
It’s like it’s being held captive by the old love..
The one who got away, the one I’m still hung too..
Trying to forget is one thing I think I’ve accomplished..
But at night when all is quiet and my mind wanders,
I think of him..
The times spent together, the firsts, the lasts,
The never will happen again..