Even when my song
Seems to end, it won't be for long.
Don't worry, my friends.
It's never quite as bad as it seems.
They say, that time is the
healer of all wounds. I tell you
friend that it's in forgetting
the thing that made you blue.
I keep my heart wide open
and my minds trap is wide.
I forgive and I forget and
that's how it goes through time.
So open fire, fire in the hole.
It won't even dent my soul.
Think about what could be
and not what should have been.
They say that time heals all wounds.
They are wrong.
Or at least they are not right.
To forget is to forgive and to forgive is to forget.
But no one finds it easy to do either.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Even when my song
Seems to end, it won't be for long.
Don't worry, my friends.
It's never quite as bad as it seems.
They say, that time is the
healer of all wounds. I tell you
friend that it's in forgetting
the thing that made you blue.
I keep my heart wide open
and my minds trap is wide.
I forgive and I forget and
that's how it goes through time.
So open fire, fire in the hole.
It won't even dent my soul.
Think about what could be
and not what should have been.
They say that time heals all wounds.
They are wrong.
Or at least they are not right.
To forget is to forgive and to forgive is to forget.
But no one finds it easy to do either.
