You disappoint me sometimes.
I thought you would try.
You give in. Just like everyone else.
We grow older & the passion of the rebellious teenager leaves us.
This is your story.
Having it easy will give no story.
The things you fight for defines you
Hold on to that nice dream, even if it hurts.
Time flies by.
At least you'd then know you didn't give up.
At least you'd then know that there's nothing that you left undone.
You'll be there.
And I'll be here.
And we'll have our story to tell.