onsdag 6 maj 2009

The more I grow the less I know.
And I have lived so many lives
though I'm not old.
And the more I see the less I grow.

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try.

I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all.
The more I learn the more I learn..
The more I cry the more I cry..
As I say goodbye to the way of life I thought I had designed for me.
All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be..