It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
We dance circles around each other.
Making eye contact now and then.
Smiling, gig
This feeling inside, I cannot hide.
This feeling inside, I can't deny.
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Look at that deer
Man I am craving a beer
He has a nice rack
It is enough
A person who will listen and not condemn,
Someone on whom you can depend.
They wi
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
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
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
Didn't want a battle,
Yet you declared war,
Each knock you gave me made me strong
