Some People Live Their Dreams
Some People Close Their Eyes
Some People’s Destiny
Passes By

There Are No Guarantees
There Are No Alibis
That’s How Our Love Must Be
Don’t Ask Why

It Takes Some Time
God Knows How Long
I Know That I Can Forget You

As Soon As My Heart Stops Breakin’
Anticipating
As Soon As Forever Is Through
I’ll Be Over You

Remembering Times Gone By
Promises We Once Made
What Are The Reasons Why
Nothing Stays The Same

There Were The Nights Holding You Close
Someday I’ll Try To Forget Them
Someday I’ll Be Over You

If pain must come, it may come quickly.
Because i have a life and i need to live it in the best way possible.
If he has to make a choice… make it now!
Then, ill either wait for him or forget him.
Waiting is painful.
But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
Aint it?

The Art of losing isn’t that hard to master.
So many things filled the intent to lose.
This loss is no dissaster.

Lose something everyday.
Accept the fluster of the lost door keys.
The hour, the time, the moment badly spent… then practive losing further.

I’ve lost 2 cities, 2 rivers and a continent.
I miss them but it wasnt a dissaster.
Even losing you… the joking voice gesture i love.

I should have lied.
It’s evidently the art of losing is not too hard to master.
Though it may look like… ( Write It! ) like dissaster.