We all have the pressure from friends,
they are what create the bends.
The twists and turns of life,
which at some point come back at us as a knife.
We will feel the love of them,
but then they will condemn.
Say it is just growth in a different direction,
when they have really lost there affection.
There is nothing to stop these sorrows,
but to wait for another heart to borrow.

The problem is we are all the same,
We love to look at what we have became.
Embarrassments and good memories,
But the pains and sorrows are our clarities.
They bring us back to what has to be done,
Ripping away all of our fun.

Now is the time to change the pattern,
Fly to the moon maybe Saturn.
Chase the happiness you deserve,
Before life wants to send you another curve.
There are endless possibilities,
And you are the only one that has to see.