I know you like to be alone. I know you like to do things on your own. But some day, you're going to want a friend, so I was wondering, Would you let me catch you When you fall? Would you let me be the one you'd call? Would you let me help you end a fight? Would you let me be the one Who texts good night? I know you don't want to rely on anyone, But in the end, Would you let me be your friend?
They say "it's not about what you say, it's about what you do." But that's not necessarily true. Like everything, it depends on the situation. For example, when it came to writing the declaration, The act of writing it was just as important as the words they wrote. What I'm saying is, no one action is more important than another. What we say, what we do, it's all important. Because in the end, all we have is each other.
Sometimes, I wish my story Was written with a pencil Instead of a pen. To be able to erase all the bad times, The mistakes, The what could've been's. But in the end, I wouldn't trade them for anything. They made me who I am today. And to me, that's everything.
If you don't know, I can't tell you who you are. I can't tell what you'll be But I can tell you what I see. When I look in your eyes, I can see pain you've been trying to disguise. I see you hoping you can find hope. And when I look at your face, I see someone who can never be replaced. I can see you feel 100 years older Because you've been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Watching your chest move when you put your hand on your heart, that's proof you're human. And if you want to find out who you are, that's a good place to start. In the end, it doesn't matter what I see. All that matters is you find a way to love who you are and look forward to who you'll be.
Will I be Genuinely happy? Or will I look back Back in remorse Or Regret The fear of being unhappy In the end I want to feel accomplished Feel the love I dream about Have the happy ending I fantasize about About having children Being married And abundantly successful Being successful
I hope that we are pleased with our ending Because everything in this world comes to an end
There is this question that lingers in my mind The answer appropriate I have yet to find
That after the time given to each life is up The things , that she acquired The success , fame , money , love , family with all the time she had All the things she worked harder for The sacrifices she made All memories , struggles ,everything it will hold no value The balance will turn back to zero
And there will come a time , she will need no oxygen , and then ?
In the end , it doesn't even matter So why , even live at all? So why , why work hard ?