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.
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
