Why don't we look back?
Is it because we miss old times with people who have changed?
Or because we hate the people we have became.
Why don't we stop, breathe, and look around?
Maybe because we have become people who think too high of themselves
and are afraid to look down.
Do we not look back because of the pain its caused?
Or do we look back at moments that were picture perfect;
moments that should have been paused.
Why we don't look back, maybe just not taking enough time
or maybe not writing it down because it didn't rhyme.
Why do we only look back when its way to late to change anything.
Trying to relive the past when you know it only brings regret and tears.
Now realizing that those you once loved like family and losing them
was one of your biggest fears.
Looking back now, its your senior year,
you're not realizing how many people you lost
in highschool you're thinking about your career.
The world at your feet, now wishing you still had those people who knew
and understood your trials, tribulations and triumphs, are now long gone.
Here you are wishing that you had held on to them a little longer and tighter.
Back then thinking that which will not kill you will make you stronger
and going through this would make you a fighter.
Now tears rolling down your face and
you're trying to figure out how to stop crying.
All this pain built up inside and realizing life is a bumpy ride.
Why don't we look back sometimes?
So some people will have inspirations to write sad
and regretful smoothed out melodic poems and songs.
Knowing that sometimes growing up means
losing people who made life worth living.
And that writing this feels like you're giving something
like a harsh winter with a brillant spring.
Just a little insight on how highschool really is.
Realizing that experience is the hardest teacher,
you study as hard as you can
but can never seem to pass the quiz.
Why don't we look back?
Maybe because you have been the person who has hurt
alot of people in the past and now realizing that if you look back
you're afraid of the stones your conscience may cast.
Is it because we miss old times with people who have changed?
Or because we hate the people we have became.
Why don't we stop, breathe, and look around?
Maybe because we have become people who think too high of themselves
and are afraid to look down.
Do we not look back because of the pain its caused?
Or do we look back at moments that were picture perfect;
moments that should have been paused.
Why we don't look back, maybe just not taking enough time
or maybe not writing it down because it didn't rhyme.
Why do we only look back when its way to late to change anything.
Trying to relive the past when you know it only brings regret and tears.
Now realizing that those you once loved like family and losing them
was one of your biggest fears.
Looking back now, its your senior year,
you're not realizing how many people you lost
in highschool you're thinking about your career.
The world at your feet, now wishing you still had those people who knew
and understood your trials, tribulations and triumphs, are now long gone.
Here you are wishing that you had held on to them a little longer and tighter.
Back then thinking that which will not kill you will make you stronger
and going through this would make you a fighter.
Now tears rolling down your face and
you're trying to figure out how to stop crying.
All this pain built up inside and realizing life is a bumpy ride.
Why don't we look back sometimes?
So some people will have inspirations to write sad
and regretful smoothed out melodic poems and songs.
Knowing that sometimes growing up means
losing people who made life worth living.
And that writing this feels like you're giving something
like a harsh winter with a brillant spring.
Just a little insight on how highschool really is.
Realizing that experience is the hardest teacher,
you study as hard as you can
but can never seem to pass the quiz.
Why don't we look back?
Maybe because you have been the person who has hurt
alot of people in the past and now realizing that if you look back
you're afraid of the stones your conscience may cast.
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