In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years- Abraham Lincoln

I don't get
What you see in him
It Scares Me
That I'm your second choice
He Loves you
But I had feelings
I guess I didn't know
until your gone.
come back my pretty
I need a shoulder to cry on

they say you don't know
what you got until it's gone
it's true
one minute your best friends
riding the waves of friendship
and then
someone else comes along
another competitor in your fantasy land
it's not survival of the fittest
it's survival of the
smartest
                   funniest
                                   caring
from that day forward
you've got to fight
every inch and nail
every bone and drop of sweat
then there gone
is this real
is this real
I can't tell
what I feel
maybe in the end
I'm dead to them

lifes a game
one step wrong
one step back
it's to late
to turn back
you need to push
harder
          better
                   stronger
then everyone else
we all die one day
what kind of life did you lead?
it's up to you to make me bleed