I keep trying to forget the past. To leave all the hurts buried deep on that old, empty road. The place where I was deserted, left choking on remorse. But everybody wants answers, and nobody understands that I can’t breathe. And when I’m forced back on that road, I can’t heal or even catch my breath. The air over there is stifling. And so many broken dreams are still dangling in the wind. I can’t keep reaching out, grasping hopelessly at those lifeless strands. So please, I’m begging you, let’s just leave the past to live where it died. Or else this life won’t be worth living at all.
Every day I realize More and more what I have It isn’t my belongings, dusty on shelves It isn’t the things I’ve accomplished Or even the things I’ve mastered But instead, It’s the people And the experiences The beauty of life itself These are the things that matter The things that are worth loving The things I want to fight for I hope I never lose sight Of the true treasures of life
I’m thinking about people today, some of the ones I know and some I don’t. And I wonder why there are some, who never seem to respond, while others are just so willing to give everything. I have days when I can’t speak because I feel like everything will just come out wrong. Do you ever have days like that? Sometimes I just want to be alone with my thoughts. People take a lot out of me, I often feel their emotions weighing me down.