Nobody, no matter how much they tell you about it, is perfect.

People make mistakes, every century, every decade,

every year, every month, every week, everyday, and

every minute.

 

And yet still, I get to be the one that doesn't know anything.

Never knowing if I should take the next step forward with them or

just go my own way.

 

How I wish I can follow my own dreams and leave everything behind.

Have my new life, my new friends, and most importantly my new career.

I want so much, I give so much, and I have never asked anything in return.

Its hard to put down your feelings of the past.

 

I want to move forward but i want to move with people following me, not

me following them. 

Just like before when there was peace in my heart. But it seems that things

are repeating itself. Wow...its true then..history does repeat itself?

 

I really miss home...et toi...je veux toi maintenant dire moi que magnificent je suis.