"There's a possibility that all I had, is all im gonna get"

There's a strong possibility, rather a likeliness that I've already reached the peak of my life and its all down hill after this.
There's quite a strong possibility that it doesn't get any better than this.
Could this be it?
Is there nothing more to look forward to?

I wish I was wearing his selfish kiss.
Adorned in his random love and his filthy glamour and bad romance and his nasty...all his nasty.

But I can't remember how...

Although he's the only one I see.

I don't know what he looks like anymore.