He is a young man still coming of age But he likes to dwell in a fantasy At times it’s become difficult to gauge How deep his emotions are lost at sea But he loves to hold on to these old things Carrying a burden that he won’t cast Wearing his divorced parents’ wedding rings ‘Round his neck like an echo from the past He’s a dreamer of love long lost and gone A nostalgic of days he can’t recall A broken home will leave a child withdrawn Building up stonewalls that will never fall Life is a river of...
did my best to make you happy never a good friend you treat me so badly
don't have the strength to fight you
don't want to keep making you angry
don't even need a reason why - i'll be there when you come around if distance is what you need then I won't push the situation guess I can at least hold my head up high without a thought of who's wrong or right I will say this though being an ass doesn't make...