When you try your best but you don't succeed, when you get what you want but not what you need, when you feel so tired but you can't sleep, its like being stuck in reverse. And the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace, when you love someone but it goes to waste, could it be worse? Tears stream down on your face, I promise you, I will learn from my mistakes. Tears stream down on your face. And I...
I miss the times we shared, the times we walked home from marina, stopping for prata on our way home... I miss the times we talked, when we talked about anything and everything that didn't make sense to anyone, not that we cared. I miss the times on the rooftop, rooftop times were sacred. Who knew a simple roof had so much memories. The times we smoked, dangling ourselves 5 floors above ground level. The times we went out and did nothing, but went home feeling its the best outing ever. The drowning of bottles after bottles in complementary hotel rooms.. The trashing of those complementary rooms.. The times at the sucky lil prata shop we call our own. The times we talk about buyin a whole estate and living our life to the fullest. The endless heartfelt conversations over bottles, or jugs. The laughter, The tears, The anger, The disappointments, The accomplishments, The times when we were younger. When we didnt have to work to pay the bills, when we had fun, and lived each day as our last. It sucks growing older. Skinned knees were easier to heal than broken hearts. Time may past, we may go our seperate ways, but memories live on forever. A toast to our memories, May we relive them again one day. Cheers Bros, for all the shit, and troubles that we've been through. For watching over each others' backs over the years. For being there. Cos we all know that,
