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Someone once told me that everything happens for a reason.
Do you think it is still true?
Why did I play in a band? I only feel the pain for not playing anymore...
So tired...
So worn...
So frayed and torn.
Will it ever be right...
Will it ever be ok...
Can i ever be me again...
I am just hoping for that day
The day when I have no worries...
The day when I can be free...
The day when I won't cry of memories...
When I can fianlly be me.
The person who I was years ago...
Not knowing how harsh love can be...
If I could do it all over again.
I might just turn and walk away,
Knowing how hard this would have been.
Why do I write? So I can feel what I've done?
Why do I take pictures? So look back at all the good times?
What compels you?
Do you think it is still true?
Why did I play in a band? I only feel the pain for not playing anymore...
So tired...
So worn...
So frayed and torn.
Will it ever be right...
Will it ever be ok...
Can i ever be me again...
I am just hoping for that day
The day when I have no worries...
The day when I can be free...
The day when I won't cry of memories...
When I can fianlly be me.
The person who I was years ago...
Not knowing how harsh love can be...
If I could do it all over again.
I might just turn and walk away,
Knowing how hard this would have been.
Why do I write? So I can feel what I've done?
Why do I take pictures? So look back at all the good times?
What compels you?