To Be Named Later
I can't live in the past,
wishing for yesterdays,
yearning for once upon a times.
Wanting long ago love,
hungering for kisses,
that are left for my memory.
I don't want that,
wishing for yesterdays,
yearning for once upon a times.
Wanting long ago love,
hungering for kisses,
that are left for my memory.
I want,
to see my future,
not the sad past.
I want fucking sunshine and rainbows!
Not the dreary days of the past.
Or,
Wanting long ago love,
hungering for kisses,
that are left for my memory.
I've moved on,
only bringing these memories back up,
to write for the ones,
who aren't this far.
Girls,
the world does not revolve around him.
He's not your sunshine or your rainbow.
One day he'll be your dreary days of the past.
So once it's time to let go,
don't hold on.
Let him go,
bury him deep.
and only,
let the memories of him,
and his,
once upon a time love,
and all his sweet kisses up,
to be your muse.