There are still blank pages in the book that is my life, pages to fill with memories. But when I read chapters previous I see things so marvellous, all the memories of you and me
you can't search under a rock, you won't see it on tv, won't read it in a book. Looking inwards is all it took, to find myself again. It was righ underneath some promises I didn't keep,
For a while now i've been stuck in a place where i don't really feel, wasn't really connected on an emotional level, just drifting through day by day, nothing to do and nothing to say,
In weeks just past the mists of uncertainty have been creeping in, but now they've gone away with one huge grin, yours, as I saw you that day my heart did flips, and the butterflies
I have changed so much, and I hate who I've become, I would never have used a girl for sex, now i just want the rebound, I would of never made anyone i care about feel unloved,
