Right now im sitting here while so many thoughts rush through my mind.
i dont know why im thinking this
but im hoping i will soon see my time
all the things that i have done in my past
all the things i will never do in my future
so is there really a reason to live
i ask myself this question frequently
there are a few people that make me go on
a few things that make the taste of love linger
not enough of the things i want are near
not enough of the things i dont are far
breathing has become a chore
i dont want to do it anymore
but the days keep coming at me faster and faster
and they seem to last longer and longer
the sun doesnt shine much
the moon does glow
the grass isnt green
and id like you to know
you are one of my reasons to be
you are one of the few reasons i am me
