Some things weren’t meant to be remembered…Some things were lost along the way, that could never be replaced. If ever come a day to remember…just remember it held a significant wealth, on your frame you wore its name. It’s all or nothing now, I can’t live with, I can’t live without…It’s my choice to be heard! Cheap talk and half-truths on views horribly misconstrued. Don the guise with mysterious eyes that may look upon the past with disdain…tattoo tomorrow! Moments were made to be remembered…Not to change this simple mind, for the friends I’ve gained and lost through time. I want to be remembered…for the things that I’ve done, the songs that I’ve sung, but not for whom I’ll inevitably become. It’s all or nothing now, I can’t live with, I can’t live without…It’s my voice that is heard! It’s a place we’ve all been before, no key to unlock metaphorical trap doors. On the floor is a note, (looks like a ghost) and it reads as if tattered and torn…so, tattoo tomorrow!