Just ProblemsWe live, we die,We say, we lie;We love, we let go;We dream, we realize;And what are those for?Do we become of what we are?Do we take hold of the distances?Are we able to reach the stars?And are we appropriate to chances?Don't push yourself, be real.And yet we have problemsAre we happy with it?We will if we want to...But it'll be tougher than before.Tougher that you become the master of your demise.Problems are just problemsYet we have assumed too muchDon't be afraid to loseTry to conquer, never ruin.Problems are just problems.
To LoveBeing lost and lonely is not an end,It's just a beginning on how we realize,How we eagerly search for answersThat one day will ultimately solveThe most tragic question among all.Hard as it may seem yet it's true;We love and for a certain time we're lost.That's part of it as it has existed, but why?Do those things really have to happen?Do we really have to be deeply hurt?When we say we miss the things we do,We just want to get back and change things.But now, time flows all around and there's no way out.Can we wait forever beyond anything?It's risking much of what we can ever think of.When hope is out of sight, jus