Swear We Will Make It

Dear Diary,

I "like" to give myself a hard time

I love a little too much

and I care way too much

and I'm already slipping from beneath my feet

I do not have any room to tell stories

I barely have the time to find a place for these memories

I always let these people down

Giving them no hope

I'll have to find a way to get by

That is what my future is looking at

And I'm aware that I shouldn't settle for less

but I'll do what I have to

So Dear Lord:

Keep these people close to me

Cause I can not afford to lose them now

Nor will I ever face the fact that half of them are already gone

i want everybody to like everybody