Head up to the sky
the street lights feel like eyes
Eyes of the past, present, and future
Memories of love, hate, and regrets
because I was too shy
To shy to make things last, stay, and proceed
Feelings of happiness, sorrow, and pain
rush through my veins
The same very veins that carried blood to my cold heart
The heart that once was whole, happy, and big
is not broken, sad, and tiny
You see it wasn't someone who made my heart the way it was
it was the experiences that it went through
I've only been alive for nineteen years,
but I feel like I've been living for eighty
We all go through our temptations and trials
some conquered some failed, but what really
matters is that we are alive and we can keep our
heads up to the sky
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 1:51 PM UTC
Head up to the sky
the street lights feel like eyes
Eyes of the past, present, and future
Memories of love, hate, and regrets
because I was too shy
To shy to make things last, stay, and proceed
Feelings of happiness, sorrow, and pain
rush through my veins
The same very veins that carried blood to my cold heart
The heart that once was whole, happy, and big
is not broken, sad, and tiny
You see it wasn't someone who made my heart the way it was
it was the experiences that it went through
I've only been alive for nineteen years,
but I feel like I've been living for eighty
We all go through our temptations and trials
some conquered some failed, but what really
matters is that we are alive and we can keep our
heads up to the sky
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