They ask who I am.
I used to know.
How much of me do I give up, to allow life to grow?
I wallow in my sorrows, I fight back numerous tears
all to protect a fragile thing, that will be worth the rest of my years.
I don't feel like I'm giving anything up, for all I'm getting why should I?
yet I wonder who I'll be, at the end of this journey's ride.
I don't want to compromise morals; I don't want to abandon my dreams,
Mostly I want to live an eternity; him...and me.
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