Just a little love to live and a little love to sing in And here we go.

I’m recreating my hell again; I’m painting my dreams again. I’m going to sell my heartbeat to have my fortune told.
Did I ask for too little too late? or too much too soon?
I gave away the love I never really had, now I’m empty and sad.
Wish I had the courage to do the right thing at the right time.
Not three years later, wallowing in the What IFs
I will give it one last try before I sing my swan song.
All I have are love songs that I can spare, and I spare them all for you, to wish you happiness.
Hope you’re out there somewhere, existing, happily, even if you’ve chosen to go off the grid completely again or too scared to reach out again.
I wonder. I will keep wondering.
I will wait. I will pray. I will close my eyes and believe everything’s alright.