I was once in a rough & gruff biker gang
figthing with tough as nails bikers, dang
and I knew all of the sick biker slang,
but then I woke up when my cell phone rang

Take a chance on me
I'll show you respect
and love,
the beauty
of the azure skies,
you're still worth
figthing for,
hold my hands
and we'll turn
sad memories
into butterflies.

Take a risk on me
I'll be the remedy
to your pain,
the silence
of a moonlit evening,
you're still worth
the wait,
for all changes
are in chaos
and now he's gone,
you'll realize
you've chosen
the wrong one.

Reality seems like a arch word...
It the difference between what you want and what is real.
Pretty ovious too.
Reality is the sword you have in your hand and you choose to mark yourself with.
It is similar to Pandora's box
You choose to open it
Taking that risk and continue figthing
Or leave it and just walk away
What are the possibilities?
Dissapointment, or releif
On the way to opening the box
Your imagination goes crazy
Thinking the worse so you dont get surprised
and the best hoping you wont get hurt
The truth is,
It is scary
To look back in to the darkness
and remember
Those times when your life was changed
Remeber the white in our clothing
slowly turning to a dark red
To later be the reminder of a lost fight.
The truth is, that it is going to hurt!
But staying back is not worth it!
Because yesterday is Yesterday