So it seems that when you grow older it gets harder to believe in anything.
You start to feel "the pressure" and no matter how hard you try, it feels like you're not enough.
Everyone lives their own story. Everyone has an opinion.
Almost no one cares to take the time to listen close to your heart.
If you could only get to meet what's going on inside
It won't cost to dream.
Nothing can take away my words, and these are the ones I believe in.
Shifting through the pages of this so called life mystery,
It's not well said but well sensed, that we have a lot of questions
And many possible answers are not enough.
Maybe we choose to i