We weren't born as rebels
throwing motions and pebbles
at all that we hate.
But it's getting to late
to see where the suns gone.
I've been running to long.
And I'm rhyming to much.
I've lost my way and your touch.
And it's harder each day
to just find my own way.
God only knows that I try
but I'm just getting by.
I want to live past that line
and see what I can find.
Maybe my hearts been wrong
and this isn't my song.
I don't want think
this was all for nothing
but maybe we're just growing old.
Forget all we've been told
and just listen to your heart.
Together or apart?
I hate all the questions I ask
about ditching the past.
And I hate me for thinking
that I was made for sinking.
But I'm dreaming of better
with every word and letter.
Life takes moments and minutes.
We can go or stay in it.
It's your choice and its mine
but I still need some time.
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