Your Possible Pasts Lyrics Novels & Stories

"I love you." Maybe that's just how life works. Maybe everyone gets a happy ending. We just need to find the courage to make it to the end. END

Well, open up your mind and see like me Open up your plans and damn you're free Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours So please don't, please don't, please don't There's no need to complicate 'Cause our time is short This oh, this oh, this is our fate I'm yours Oh, I'm yours Oh, I'm yours Oh, oh Baby, do believe I'm yours? You best believe, you best believe, I'm yours. I mentally nodded after he uttered the two last words.

Ocean eyes. The kind of eyes that reminded me of someone in my past. Someone who had ripped my heart from my chest and crushed it under his boot with pleasure and mirth. The very person who had played with my feelings and destroyed the slightest reputation I had. Someone who stole everything away from me. My heart. My love. My innocence. My family. My friends. My dreams. My entire life.

“I look up in the sky To my past, I said goodbye All the cuts, wounds and scars Are now distant memories from afar I finally said enough To the betrayals and hurtful stuff I want to take back my life And move on without looking back. This is Me. Because now, I set myself free…” The lyrics of my new song were my love letter to my current self. This was my way of honoring all the tears I shed because of my past. I would never dare to look back. My life was okay now. And although I was far from my mom, the sacrifice was worth all the pain. I also knew that my mom was happy with how my life turned out to be.

’ ‘Nobody knows you the way that I know you. Those lyrics stand out but it’s this passage that hits me the hardest. “And it’s the fightThe fight of our livesYou and I we were made to thriveOh yeahAnd I am your futureAnd I am your pastNever forget we were built to last.Step out of the shadows and into my lifeSilence the voices thay haunt you inside.

Wish we could turn back time To the good old days When our mama sang us to sleep But now we're stressed out (oh) Wish we could turn back time (oh) To the good old days (oh) When our mama sang us to sleep But now we're stressed out We're stressed out My eyes were glued straight towards Jordi Adkins who just turned tomatoes right after that last slap. I thought I could use some of that seemingly heavy slap too because I am not feeling the best right now and I need to wake up from this confusion that I’ve been thrown into.

Emma muttered loud enough for me to hear and I was about to throw a comeback but another baby started to cry even louder. I ran towards him and carried him in my arms, shaking him and cooing him not to cry and that's when I realized the lyrics of the song that was currently playing on the bluetooth speaker was exactly matching my current life. 'Feeling used But I'm still missing you And I can't see the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss Against my lips..' The sweetheart in my arms slowly closed his eyes and I placed him on the cot and patted his head gently. I heard the door opening so I made my way back to the lobby, still focusing on the lyrics of the song.

“I know we skipped many stages in my life. You didn’t see me born, you didn’t hold me in your arms, you didn’t hear my first word. Father’s Day... family evenings, Sundays in the park... We didn’t have any of that.” Dad closes his eyes tightly, pressing his fingers against his eyelids and pursing his lips. “And I know you blamed yourself for that for a long time. You wished you’d done things differently, and you wondered how things could have been. I know, I did the same thing, too.” I move closer to him, finally close enough to feel the warmth of his body. “But there are no such things as time machines. All these hypotheses are just possibilities, and no matter how sweet or bitter... they’r

“I’m sorry. I look like a whining kid here.” “I don’t mind. It only goes to show that you like her.” “I do. I really do. I’m hoping she’ll choose me, but I also want to give her the sparks and the scent my sister talked about. And right now, with the fate I have, that seems too impossible.” “So many of those impossible things have been possible in the past few months. I want to believe that maybe, a portion of those possibilities would rain on you. Until the clock hits 12, don’t stop believing.”

Together they’d watch the sunlight slowly spill into the room, then retreat again—his voice keeping her company through those grey, hopeless days. “Sing that one… Don’t You Worry, okay?” she asked, humming a few bars of the intro—it was a tune she’d heard many times before. Once she finished humming, Jackson softly began to sing beside her ear: “You, yeah, don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, Let’s sing a song together. All your painful memories, you… Bury them deep within your heart. What’s past is past, It had its meaning. Sing a song for those who left,