moet
pictures from our past happy smiling faces hold on
the longer the waiting the sweeter lips a soup made of joy and sorrow when arms goes 'round those hips
What you can do today that you can do tomorrow what you should do now that you should do NOW
some says you are the last thing leaving one, i say you are the first. but somehow you always come back to see what happened
once in a time born young and crying, wish to die old but laughing
how smart are you?
when i fail i look back and wonder if someone noticed. can't control my head
i promise to not try so hard but i can not guarantee i'll remember my promise