when I think of things gone by?
I think I do, especially when I think of you.Or when I run,
around town at night.
Or when standing at great heights?
I think I do.
But that's all right.Or when I think of examinations,
of horror stories and expectations?
Despite never ending hours of preparation,
I think I do.Do I make others smile?
And make time with me,
worth while?Do I make others laugh?
From my closest friends,
to the school staff?I think I do,
Or try at least.Do I find it hard,
To speak out loud,
about all the things that make me proud?About all my so-called aspirations,
that take up hours of concentrationI think I do,
Perhaps that will change?Do I ruin people's lives?
and cause them strife?Do I always seek revenge,
for reasons I can't comprehend?Do I hurt the people that I love,
for no plain reason,
there at all?I think I do.