Dear " friends "...
I'm living in the past, a time when things were...
Reminiscing over friends, reading every love...
What if you had the power
to help everyone in need...
Why follow the crowd, when you can be unique?
Be yourself and disregard everyone's critique...
Sitting at the dinner table, they ask you about...
You start complaining on and on how nothing goes...
A hundred photos on the wall,
each the best of memories...
I hate the waking moments as I'm laying in my bed,
with endless thoughts and memories spinning in my...