when we let go
we stop trying to live.
when we hold on,
we live to much.
life is a lie,
nothing's ever perfect.
no one is ever happy.
life will alwase be better yesterday,
and tomarrow will alwase look dark.
Your present changes,
switching in between past and present.
we stop trying to live.
when we hold on,
we live to much.
life is a lie,
nothing's ever perfect.
no one is ever happy.
life will alwase be better yesterday,
and tomarrow will alwase look dark.
Your present changes,
switching in between past and present.
.... uhm... yea...
She was patched with all the wrong peices,
broken beyon repair,
no one to turn to as her tears fell un noticed in the crowd.
untill she fell.
fell into your arms,
fell into her past,
and fell into her future.
now you suround her,
and her peices fit once more,
they fit all along,
they were just waiting for you.
broken beyon repair,
no one to turn to as her tears fell un noticed in the crowd.
untill she fell.
fell into your arms,
fell into her past,
and fell into her future.
now you suround her,
and her peices fit once more,
they fit all along,
they were just waiting for you.
