Best years of our life (C)

by bre   Jun 17, 2006


Everyday passes
Reminding me of the lessons to be learned.
Many opportunities pass me by,
showing me things to be earned....
I don't know how life an adult see it
only as a child and teen
I can only guess what life is meant,
Based on what I've seen
I don't know the real meaning of love
Or why it can never really be true
I'm unsure of so many things these days
I know less then I thought I knew
Many people go around with a mask they wear
for they're to scared to show the real them
because they think pain it may bear
Everyone needs to move on past the grudges and hurts
Move to heaven from this hell
We need to stand up to others
And our selfs as well
When I look into the mirror
I see thing I wish I could deny
A fear of judgment and confrontation
I can no longer look myself in the eye
I just don't understand if everybody has to go
Through torment and through pain
Then why can't they understand the hurt
because it's not another ones gain
How is it that they can know the burden of there fears
But not know that there isn't a cost for showing there tears
And why if they know how it feels to have a lover or friend
stab there back with a knife
Then how come they can still say that these are the best years of our life

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