Memories... Memories blur into dreams Light bleeds into truth Everything unforgiving Everything becoming hollow Loneliness consumes And there is no way back The places you played The places you called home The people you thought you loved All of them Reduced to a memory of another life Life you never lived All the yesterdays that can't form a tomorrow All the tomorrows That never came from yesterday A new beginning Because forever Is never forever.
Humans are always doing things they don't like doing. In fact, to my best estimate, at any one time only point three percent of humans are actively doing something they like doing, and even when they do so, they feel an intense amount of guilt about it and are fervently promising themselves they'll be back doing something horrendously unpleasant very shortly.
Now that it's over I just wanna hold her I'd give up all the world to see that little piece of heaven looking back at me Now that it's over I just wanna hold her I've gotta live with the choices I made And I cant live with myself today
I remember back in college. It was sometime in the fall I was walking by a Maple tree, Flaming red and tall. And as I passed beneath it, One leaf out of that flame, Fell right into my breast pocket. And I haven't been the same.
Sometimes people come to a moment where they think they've found that one last chance to be someone else. And they go for it. When it doesn't work out, they spend the rest of their lives looking back over their shoulder at what might've been.