Recently, a close friend of mine and I were playing a game -- just a simple game where we asked each other random questions.
I asked him, "What's something you couldn't live without and why?"
He answered, "Music, because everything I've ever thought, felt, or lived by was...
and saw nothing but the past, repeating itself. With caution he turned his eyes to the present and found himself staring into a void. He disappeared in the dark. Time passed, and one day he returned, with a vision. Once he talked to the first stranger he met it was clear that in...
so I though I would again because I love this song!
Every day is another chance to fill
all the graves that I've been digging.
The hardest part about life is that you're living
the past and the present,
the act of forgiving yourself for everything you did
but oh back then...