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I feel alive ten times more when I cry,
But I don't tear up often, labeled a guy.
I feel way too nostalgic when I get high,
But nostalgia keeps me on loving life.

I love what's new but refuse to move on,
My heart feels what my head knows is wrong.
I know I can handle this, i can be strong,
Some deep feeling brought back with a song.
(don't pretend this hasn't happened to you)

As soon as I forget, I am reminded of my past,
So many faded memories clearer than reality.
I am what I've been and I'll be who I decide,
Part of it is up to me, the rest, a wild ride.

The more i live, the more I love living,
I love taking and I love giving.
So often, I just love being.
Touching, hearing, seeing.

I taste life when I consume time,
Unless I've seen it, i'm still blind.
Every choice marks the end of the last,
and every voice is born in the past.

It's hard to look forward and not be scared,
Every moment deserves such great care.
I don't want to mess it up.
There's so much uncertainty.

I'd ask for help, but instead, I'll offer it.