Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my choice.
To leave hurtful memories behind
Or allow them to bother my mind...
The choice is mine.
To fret over a mistake when it's done
Or learn from it and move on...
The choice is mine.
To be bothered by all that people say
Or ignore them and go my own way...
The choice is mine.
To enjoy what I've been able to gain
Or ungratefully regard it with disdain...
The choice is mine.
Sometimes I won't get to pick my lot,
But whether I'll be happy or not
Will always be my choice.
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
