Days will come and days will go.
Days become months.
Months will come and months will go,
Months become years.
Years will come and years will go,
You become old.
Death will come and life will end.
Now, what did you do with all those days?

Remember this...

You are the reason for countless,
sleepless nights where I lay awake
wondering what light you would bring.

You are the reason I had no imagination,
believing that no one could fill the gaps
and why each day came with a sting.

Unknown to me, who you were going to be.
You sang to me, so sweet! You make my dreams
weep with joy and sadness.

Unknown to me, you were everything
or nothing. Someone to depend on or destroy.
I've torn you down but you stand with me in the mess.

You helped me through everything,
good and bad,  through my darkest moments when
self-harm and suicide didn't seem so bad.

You expected it back in return but when I couldn't
live up, you didn't leave you stayed
because you knew you were the only thing that made me glad.

This is for you, whoever you are,
thanks for being there. I know I don't say it much
but I don't know what I'd do without you.

This is for you,  because I know you are truly
willing to forgive me and I cannot repay that
or even begin to.

Just remember I wrote this for you.

She had blonde hair and blue eyes.
With her red lips and slim waist, she was quite a sight.
She made everybody stare.
They said she was a beauty.

But, true beauty comes from within,
and her beauty was only in her skin.
inside she was bitter and mean
She was ugly, and she knew.

Daydreams
Night dreams
They are all dreams
Sweet dreams
Bad dreams
They are all dreams
Dream house
Dream life
Harder than it seems
Will we ever wake up from all our dreams?