The days we live go on and on,
We always wonder where they've gone,
All the memories that we hold dear,
The love, the pain, the subtle fear,
Consumes our thoughts and often soul,
As the decision we make affect how we grow.
We love, we hate,
We don't realize that it's never to late,
We have our insecurities that only we can see,
We have our one true love, with the perfect harmony,
One day it will all be gone,
Make sure your singing the right song,
Don't regret a thing,
The scars won't always sting,
Keep your head up and push till the end,
Sometimes time is what it takes to mend,
A broken heart, broken dreams,
We will never know what life trully means.
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