All I have left are
Dead dreams and broken promises
They are lost at sea
No one can find them but me
I tried to draw you a map
To my heart
But you threw it away

Concept: people come and go, their presence is a fond memory and their absence is not sharp and raw. We all have our paths.

This is for the girl who's lips are stained with strawberry juice and for the boy who's knees are dirtied because he helped pick them.
This is for those summer days where that same boy and girl played in the sprinklers till they were sunburned with a deep red, but still smiled and laughed at the pain it gave, because they had each other to feel it with.
This is for that boy who secretly loved that beautifully boyish girl with the glasses and freckles and for the girl who knew this and still kept quiet about it just because she wanted to hear him say the words 'I love you' all on his own.
This is for that girl who fought those bullies that were picking on the one she loved and for the boy whom confessed to her that same day with strawberries from a patch they used to go to.
This is a story about that one perfect summers day.

Driven from within
Having the strength to carry on
Even when rough roads appear
And moments seem tedious and long
Make those necessary changes
Ask someone if you need any help
Here is yet another chance to do better
Focus on improving yourself

My, how inexplicably beautiful you are, but I cannot tell you.
You are gone, and the lights are off,
And I am alone.

You sincerely don't know anything.

2.You perfectly know the answer but you also know that there are some things that are better left unsaid.