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.
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
