In the house I grew up in my room in the basement the hours turning to years we've spent.

I thought back on the time we should have had together.

Remember Chris in the back yard laughing so damn hard and no one knew why

My mind's eye showed him laughing with his friends, and then casually glancing at me over his shoulder with a sheepish smile on his face.

But the rest is forgotten

I forgot all the details, they hadn't seemed important then. Now they do.

Behind me sometimes it reminds me of when we, we used to belong here.

We used to fit in, now I know neither of us ever will again.

Every memory comes on when I hear that old song we used to sing with the words all wrong I remember the faces and familiar places and I sing along But Acadia is gone.

I try to remember him before. I wish I could talk to him again, just once. The way he was before, but now he's gone.

Ran out of gas on the highway we walked there and I gave drunken speeches on sobriety now we've all moved away and somehow became men but I remember where it began.

Memories of the precious days in the cave flit though my mind, flashing over and over again. Some I had forgotten about, how could I forget moments like that?

Now it's Behind me sometimes it reminds me of when we, we used to belong here.

He's left me now. Not by choice, but I'm sure he would leave on his own after all the pain I've caused him. But I still cling to the memories.

Every memory comes on when I hear that old song we used to sing with the words all wrong I remember the faces and familiar places and I sing along but Acadia is gone

The memories of his strong arms protecting me flooded my thoughts. Then a memory of him telling the world he loved me. How I wish I could have honestly told him I felt the same.

Remember when 1712 Acadia road fell, they tore the house down...

Then it all comes crashing down as I remember his strong hands around my neck, crushing aiming to kill. I feel hot salty tears forming in my eyes.

Every memory comes on when I hear that old song that We used to sing with the words all wrong I remember the faces and familiar places and I sing along but Acadia is gone Acadia is gone.

I think of what it would have been like to grow old with him. We should have gotten a chance at happiness together, but I guess the odds were just not I our favour.

In the house I grew up in remember the faces when Andrew and I wrecked each other's cars and

The tears are threatening to spill out and on to my face. He was so happy before, he had a future, now I'm not so sure.

Acadia is, Acadia is gone.

He's forever gone; the boy with the bread had forever slipped away.