I’d play a song that would never, ever end

"If I could steal one final glance

One final step, one final dance with him

I’d play a song that would never, ever end

‘Cause I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again..."

sometimes i wonder

if i'll be who i am now, if you were here.

just adding to my serves-no-purpose thoughts.

Eventually...

Do we really have to try and live perfect lives; when eventually, we wilt so imperfectly?