You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.
Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.
No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.
I can't. You can't rewrite the past.
If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.