Poerty Flow- Things

We can't move on
til we find some1 to move on wit.
Reminiscing on good times
Gives off that feeling of being homesick.
Wishing we could rehearse,
But love has no script.

Like another daydream in class,
'We' happened so fast.
just wanted things to last,
But in this race we coming in last.

Why do people pick us up
Just to bring us down...
Misery loves company
And im always around...
defeat is everywhere
Feeling like I can't win
Sometimes I feel for me
to be happy is a sin