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.
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
Larry came into my bar
Every day to drink two beers.
"My brother’s death; o
Love is not a thing you get a lot
but love the girl you have got
she is always th
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
