Counting The Years
Been trying to pour this out and not offend anyone in the process But how can I be honest and say what I feel and not prick someone else’s feelings? It was easy to get offended and make up in front of a game as kids than it is now as adults Sometimes, the pressure of growing up makes me wish we never grew at all Destiny must be pursued, success must be attained, life must be fulfilled, death must come and judgment must be faced, all these things only makes living a stress we dressed and painted. But it’s better to feel pain than to never feel at all, so if this makes you hurt know you are living still First, to those that I loved but made the feeling a sting from hells’ kitchen and a meal to kill You lie, steal and cheat, and then you beg me from your knees, tell me you mean it this time You tear many holes in me, the once I can’t repair, but I still love you I don’t really care Second, to those who love me but never see me pay it back, you give your heart...