Nostalgia is something I've always felt, and times like these only make it stronger, there are thousands of things I loved from the life I used to have, but perhaps I'll get to do all those things again. To an extend, at the very least.
Looking back makes me feel like I didn't live it to the fullest; I stayed too many nights at home, didn't laugh enough, didn't enjoy every second of it, didn't even learn all the things I was meant to. But I probably did go out many nights, I laugh until I cried several times, perhaps I did enjoy every second that went by and I definitely did learn a lot of things. It is this distance, the fact that I'll never get to do it again, the fact that the memories are way too faded for me to realize that it wouldn't be half bad, if these were in fact the best years of my life.
22 hours later
Days go by and it may seem as if nothing particularly important was going on, certain qualities within me help me hide all that goes through my mind, things that only get to see the light when nobody else is watching. I never thought I'd be easy and for a while it was good, but things change, I only take comfort in the fact that they will continue to do so.
But perfect is not something I really want to be. that's just me trying to be strong. But the truth is, I don't care for that, there are bigger and more important things, which I'm not quite sure, whether or not to follow.
I know we're just like old friends
We just can't pretend
That lovers make amends
We are reasons so unreal
We can't help but feel that something has been lost
But please you know you're just like me
Next time I promise we'll be
Perfect
Perfect
Perfect strangers down the line
Lovers out of time
Memories unwind
So far I still know who you are
But now I wonder who I was...
Angel, you know it's not the end
We'll always be good friends
The letters have been sent on
So please, you always were so free
You'll see, I promise we'll be
Perfect
Perfect strangers when we meet
Strangers on the street
Lovers while we sleep
Perfect
You know this has to be
We always were so free
We promised that we'd be
Perfect
I promise that we'll be
Looking back makes me feel like I didn't live it to the fullest; I stayed too many nights at home, didn't laugh enough, didn't enjoy every second of it, didn't even learn all the things I was meant to. But I probably did go out many nights, I laugh until I cried several times, perhaps I did enjoy every second that went by and I definitely did learn a lot of things. It is this distance, the fact that I'll never get to do it again, the fact that the memories are way too faded for me to realize that it wouldn't be half bad, if these were in fact the best years of my life.
22 hours later
Days go by and it may seem as if nothing particularly important was going on, certain qualities within me help me hide all that goes through my mind, things that only get to see the light when nobody else is watching. I never thought I'd be easy and for a while it was good, but things change, I only take comfort in the fact that they will continue to do so.
But perfect is not something I really want to be. that's just me trying to be strong. But the truth is, I don't care for that, there are bigger and more important things, which I'm not quite sure, whether or not to follow.
I know we're just like old friends
We just can't pretend
That lovers make amends
We are reasons so unreal
We can't help but feel that something has been lost
But please you know you're just like me
Next time I promise we'll be
Perfect
Perfect
Perfect strangers down the line
Lovers out of time
Memories unwind
So far I still know who you are
But now I wonder who I was...
Angel, you know it's not the end
We'll always be good friends
The letters have been sent on
So please, you always were so free
You'll see, I promise we'll be
Perfect
Perfect strangers when we meet
Strangers on the street
Lovers while we sleep
Perfect
You know this has to be
We always were so free
We promised that we'd be
Perfect
I promise that we'll be
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