Wednesday, November 19, 2008
bear with me
Im a mess and i know that i sometimes let it show but the hardest thing of all is letting go
She said "write me another awful song so all my friends can sing along and i can act like i never cared at all"
in life you never seem to get the breaks and always end up regretting the choices that you make
but this is the nature of growing up
can you feel the nights getting colder?
can you feel your body growing older year after year
i still remember those Dublin nights when i just couldnt let sleeping dogs lie
i dont think i have been as sure of anything in my entire life
i heard you old your friends that you couldnt care less about the years we spent