Your face reminds me of when I was young, and everything used to be so perfect. It can feel like that again. All our lives are spent worrying about what tomorrow brings. We get so caught up with regret and what we should have done, we forget what it means to be alive. Sometimes I want to set myself on fire, just to see the look in your eyes. Fear of dreaming will be your demise. I'll spend my days dying in the sun and shards of glass in my heart couldn't slow me down from achieving my goals in life. Still there's times when all I can see are crimson fields lined with blood red skies, and I'm certain, after all the distress I'll find a safe place to die. The fear of knowing that it can all be taken away pains you to the point of giving up. When all I need to know is I gave it my everything, I painted the scenery in my life. This is what you decide, you choose the meaning of life. Please make my soul work well. Please make this all worth while.