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.
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
