As I lay, Lay to waste, Rotting on the floor.
I sleep, and I dream, dream of something more.
Forgotten joys, pushed aside, by hopelessness.
Misery takes it hold, sorrow buries me


What Dean said/meant:

“It’s in there. It’s just like riding a bike”

“I know you still love me. And I know you’re still the same person I fell in love with. That’ll never change. All you have to do is remember”