The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads, it eats away
Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be,
The mistakes they made in their life.
Oh, if only they could see
That you cannot change what happened,
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how much you think about it,
No matter how much you cry.
Because the past is the past for a reason.
It's been, and now it is gone,
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
It's done, it's unchangeable; move on.
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
Sometimes life is hard, and there is so much I still don't understand.
I feel alone and a
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
Now another day is breaking,
Sleep was sweet and so is waking.
Dear Lord, I promi
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
Insecurity, when you walk in the room.
Curiosity, when you stare me down.
Speechl
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
When I see you standing there... Did you even notice me?
I sit in class and you're on my
I don't believe in taking excess risks,
But a person can be excessively careful, too.
It's only through mistakes we make
We learn where we went wrong.
It's only when w
