Tell me,
Who are we to judge?
To sit upon our thrones
And tell people yes, or no.
What's the point?
I'd really like to know...

I still remember you.
Your smile, your laugh.
I remember everything you used to do.
It's been eight years
And yet i still have so many fears.
I thought you being gone would make me stronger...maybe I just have to wait a little while longer.

A new tomorrow
Will always follow
The days of sorrow.
So don't forget,
Or regret,
Or even resent
Everything you have left.

People keep saying,
"The past is in the past."
But to me,
It just keeps coming back.

Then they continue to say,
"What's done is done."
But sometimes,
You can't always move on.