After all is said and done I’m left with reflections of your eyes haunting my mind So dead inside, what good came out of this? I was the one that tore you down I’m down yet oh so guilty Every last breath I have is yours to keep This constant cloud is watching over me I wish I had the time to make you see this through We’ve been here too many times I’ve felt like this too many times Oh god, I am this I’m dead inside, looking out for you And your final words I was the one that tore you down
A thousand words are all that I have left.
My memory serves me wrong. Constantly reminding myself of these past moments in still fashion.
You’d think time would lesser the trouble.
It seems as though I couldn’t have been more wrong.
They can choose happiness or they can choose misery. They can choose forgiveness or the can choose resentment. They can choose love or they can choose anger.
There are no absolutes. Every situation requires a choice. And every human chooses how he or she wants to react. But too many times, humans choose to be miserable. Too many times, they choose not to forgive. Too many times, they choose anger.