The memories of life are ice, they are cold and hard, melting away. The Good and The Bad, your mean your nice, yet its the painful memories I want to stay.
I want something to have even if it hurts, blood trickles out of my heart. The red stains cover my shirts, as long as I am apart. We look our whole lives for something to hold, something to make it worth living.
And as our lives unfold, It becomes easier to stop believing. I remember the pain, wounds still open. Till I find myself walking into the rain, still hurtin', but with all of this I'm still cope'in But Im not worried, for the Ice melts. So I will not be hurried, and deal with the life I am delt