We're at the point of no return,
We're hanging by a thread...
I’ll meet you half way
as I'm saying good night, at the end of the day...
If at first you don't succeed
Then try, try again...
As the sun sets people scurry,
making their way...
There are pits
Deeper...
There is a
Fine line...
I dreamed of wisteria -
she, of jasmine...
I never understood the mess we made,
Nor could I come to terms with all we lost...
Looking ahead
as the dark blue tides come crashing in...
Redeem your ability to learn
not by insisting on what you know...
You use to be everything I ever wanted
Best thing that happened to me...
Love is not a waste
But it can't be recycled...