This Familiar Route

I used to be so happy, driving down this tract.
My spirit flew above all else, but now it sinks to the floor.
This familiar route has changed, but only in my head.
My feelings morph from containing my joy being impossible
to pure and udder rock bottom.
I can't believe I let this happen,
why did I get so close?
Why did I fall so hard?
Your image still floods my mind every time I close my eyes
the times we spent still appear at the most inconvenient times.
I cant get you out of my head.
theres no hope of recovering now
I'm already in your hold
but neither of us wants to be in this position,
you want to be rid of me
and i want you out of my head
I hope some day that both our hopes come true
and I can move on alone.