I want to mend my mistakes
I want to undo the past
I want do things right
I find a reason to try.
I find the meaning of songs
I find why poets write of love
I find the sorrow of lovers
I want cure their woes
as tears are shed like blood...
I want to find joy
I want to never let go
I want to feel warmth
I find happiness once more.
I find fear like never before
I remember why I stopped
I remember the nervouness
felt before
I find a reason to ignore them
chances is what life is made out of.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
I want to mend my mistakes
I want to undo the past
I want do things right
I find a reason to try.
I find the meaning of songs
I find why poets write of love
I find the sorrow of lovers
I want cure their woes
as tears are shed like blood...
I want to find joy
I want to never let go
I want to feel warmth
I find happiness once more.
I find fear like never before
I remember why I stopped
I remember the nervouness
felt before
I find a reason to ignore them
chances is what life is made out of.
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