Wouldn't it be nice
if life had a delete button?
Imagine the memories,
the people, the feelings
you could erase with the
push of a button.
That would be nice,
wouldn't it?

I'm losing it
Standing at the precipice
One foot out in the open
The other stepping off of the ledge

I'm losing it
Falling now as fast as I can
Not exactly what I was hoping
But one that I have grown to expect

I'm losing it
What little I tend to have left
These days I'd say I'm barely coping
And with all of that being said

I'm losing it
Standing at the precipice
One foot out in the open
The other stepping off of the ledge

I used to write for you,
but now I write for myself.
And that is enough.

I'd like to cut my heart open
to take you out
or maybe
to see you one more time

It wasn’t “I love you”
but at least it was goodbye.

i've never been one to write a love poem
no stretch to see that's true
so mark this down as my last hope
to tell you i'm in love with you

as many does as there are don'ts
as many don'ts as does
this simple fact won't leave me alone
the fact that i'm in love with you

what i wouldn't give to write a love poem
one to make the mountains move
to let you know you are the one
if i wrote a love poem, it would be you

You can tell a lot
about the heart of a man
By the way he holds
a crying child's hand

By the way he feels
the need to keep peace
With those less deserving
him being the highest of these

You can tell a lot
about the soul of a man
By the way he works out
inside of his plans

By the does he once did
he never kept hid
By the courage he has
when he has nothing left

You can tell a lot
about the mind of a man
By the way that he minds
the peace being kept

By the thoughts that he has
in the things that he says
You can certainly tell
a lot about a man

a younger you
every now and then
shows up with a sly smile
mischievous grin
happy go lucky
in your attitude
before the cold world
shivered in you

a younger you
every now and then
shows up to wonder
where have you been
with the mounting of worries
leaving a sickening taste
in what all they feed you
on a daily base

a younger you
every now and then
shows up for adventure
in the remembering when
life was more meaningful
back in the day
before all the simple
fell out of place

a younger you
every now and then
wonders in silence
if it could be done again
the wide eye experience
the innocence
of a younger you
when life you once lived