If you could turn back the clock
And go back a few days
What would you leave and what would you change?
Would you do the homework from last Thursday?
Would you drive to work sooner so you weren't late?
Smile at the janitor that sweeps the hall...
He has feelings too you know.
You could save a broken soul
The boy in math that sits alone,
You could convince a girl to stop before she cuts to deep!
You could say 'I love you' to a man that dies in his sleep.
A million things you would change.
So live tomorrow like its yesterday.
-Lilith Gjertsen

I don't know if I can handle more of this. Every night I repeat a silent wish that when I wake up it'll all be normal. It won't feel like there's a rock weighing down my chest. It'll be easy to smile. And easy to laugh. I wish that when I wake up everything will be wiped off the slate.
But no. That's not the way things work. The bridges we burn don't remake themselfs. The things we say don't become forgotten. We can't just fall asleep and wake up with our troubles behind us. That's why I can't make it. I need a new slate. Mine doesn't have any room left.

Power freaks controlling your mind.
Tv and music it's all just lies.
True love is *******, best friends aren't real.
They just tell you this stuff to make you feel.
But one day you'll wake up
With thirty years behind you.
No story to tell, just a bank account and bills.
That's all you need right?
A bank account with high numbers?
Just fallow the laws and don't do drugs.
You'll make it they promise.

But life without memories.
Life without fun?
No story's to tell about when you turned 21.
Have fun, smile, party it up.
Get drunk and dance it's part of growing up.
If you never make mistakes you'll never learn to cope.
If you never fail a test you'll never know to work.
And when you get to like you'll crash, burn and wither.
So live life to the fullest. Win and lose.
Make memories at every moment,
Look back at a story when you finally go.

Take me away with good music.
I can't handle these bruises.
Their turning black and blue,
An they keep reminding me of you.

It hurts, deep down in my chest
There's a hole there, where you used to lay your head.
I'm sick of that fact, it makes me heave
Thinking of then makes me want to leave.

Your only hurting yourself now,
Ask me to stay? Explain to me how.
I can't trust your tongue.
You may be old. But your still acting young.