10.18.09
…and there has to be a stand up
10.10.09
Esenta de Septembrie
Of all the things I still remember
Summer’s never looked the same
The years go by and time just seems to fly by
But the memories remain
In the middle of September we’d still play out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could’ve been
It was worth it in the end
