You Believe You Could Not Live With

I Wished For Her,” He Says.

The Night That Seemed Endless Hours Before Is Now Slipping Through Your Fingers, Ticking By As It Falls Into The Past And Pushes You Towards The Future.

But You Built Me Dreams Instead.

The Past Stays On You The Way Powdered Sugar Stays On Your Fingers. Some People Can Get Rid Of It But It’s Still There, The Events And Things That Pushed You To Where You Are Now.

People Don’t Pay Much Attention To Anything Unless You Give Them Reason To