I won't give up on us,
even if the skies turn rough
we've got alot to learn but we'll make it through
cause even the stars they burn some even fall to the earth
Measuring life in terms of numbers and weeks seems so dictated, but thats what it is
seems to me like all im ever doing is telling my self what week it is. the time that has passed; no idea where
that sinking feeling like im going to crash gets worse as the number gets higher.
regret; i lost that feeling quite a while back. i no longer regret the things i do. i just sit and think that i could've done more, done better.
I don't want to let you down but I'm so afraid.
