Have you ever had a song repeat? And turn you a certin way? For in passing I see Now that Mayer maybe When he said "Would you say what you need to say?"
Such is a necessity
Sometimes I don't know how to say it. Or simply how to ask. Because I put on such a truly confident mask all the time. But at the end of the day, Im just like you. Very much imperfect in all things. *nod*
I stumble when my tired feet attempt to walk, I stutter when my ancient tongue tries to talk. I count the years and fear strikes me cold I know now that I am afraid of being old. A wrinkle arrives most every single day No amount of treatment can make it go away. Rest does little to appease my constant fear I think about the other side and shed a quiet tear. Will I miss my loves, my dreams and such? Will I still long for someone’s warm loving touch? Age always works for wine and cheese But it is a tragic enemy of memories. Dreams become less important and almost dry No warmth or promise not even a gentle sigh. Tread lightly when you wake each morn Try to recall that special day the one when you were born.