Knowing nothings what it seems
You go, you take the time to release your insecurities.
And it's only because you're afraid of who you are and how you'll be.
And I guess it doesn't matter what I see in you.
And tonight you will be something more than you are.
And is it worth remembering?
Or are you trying to forget all of the others?
The ones of your mistakes.
But what's it going to take for you?
And wouldn't it be grand?
I'm sorry I just can't stand to see you try.
To see you cry on the inside.
And now you leave me here wondering.
Thats life if it's not what it seems.
Where you go on taking pleasure in the memories you make to forget.
With those friends you call.
What's their measure?
And does it compare to what you have, to what you had in me?
And it just takes time, you'll see.