I used to just lay there in my bed and try to find a reason…
A reason to stay
A reason to leave
A reason to give up
A reason to believe
A reason to remember
A reason to forget
A reason to love
A reason to hate
A reason.. just about.. everything
A reason to leave
A reason to give up
A reason to believe
A reason to remember
A reason to forget
A reason to love
A reason to hate
A reason.. just about.. everything
Where did I go wrong? What’s wrong with me?
I got tired of find a reason, so I stopped. Sometimes all you need is just to stop for a minute.
Everything does not happen for a reason.
Flashback memories might kill, but they come and go as well as feelings.
Nothing is simple.
Why make them more complicated anyway?