Days as a youngster may sometimes be tough,
So many barriers, grip up your guard.
Not convinced, who’s your faithful mate,
Or whether you’re chasing, the newest trend.
Well, here’s a tiny bit of help,
Be sincere to yourself, and perpetually be pleasant.
Always endure up, for what you gather,
If there’s a conflict, be cleverer and neglect.
Days as a teenager may surely be crisp,
Yield your feelings, with others at the circle.
Comparable minds you will surely discover,
Be yourself, honorable and compassionate.
Don’t see for someone who will resolve your obstacle. Watch for someone who won’t allow you to handle alone.
Sweetheart, I understand you had a hard day you ain’t believing them midtown lights but I got a pitcher at your chosen spot. It’s waiting for us in the box of ice.
Damn, I didn’t imagine It’d be that apparent cause you are dressing ready, I’m just lying here watching TV.
Here you appear staring like a bred man’s dream damn I can’t deem, I sang to you into sliding down the corridor babe rolling on the playlist you play when you’re in the bath.
Expressed to you driving up our time making up your thought shifting back and forth for an hour, now you are resembling like words from a country tune, I’m staring at that elegant little skirt you got on.
Don’t seize me, shady sweetheart, I adore it. It would be chilling seeing people stare who we are.
Be a philanthropist, society has enough bashers already.
How deep will I adore you?
As high as twinklers are above you, and eternal if I can.
How deep will I need you?
As long as the springs need to reflect their view.
How noble will I be with you?
As abundant as the water is laced to shine up the gravel on the coast.
How long I want you?
As long as you crave me to and tarried by far.
How far will I be with you?
As high as your dad told you, as high as you can.
We’re all sailing through moment collectively every day of our lives, all we can prepare is make our best.
Non-prepared moments are always prominent than organized ones.
There’s a boat out on the shores at the sympathy of the sea,
It’s been flung about failed and snapped rambling aimlessly.
God, anyhow grasp that the boat is me, cause there is a tower in the dock glazing patiently.
Streaming its shine out across the sea for the drowning soul
to see, God anyhow knows that the boat is me.