Don't weep for the past,
don't feed the last,
said my mom,
time has passed,
and I'm still waiting.
Where are the good old times,
why is the world full of lies,
and why are the most told to me?
No pain, no gain,
still the same,
at least I wish, that this is it,
the lost and burn thing,
called holding a hand,
tight and warm.
Just freaking get it already