Right now it is hard. I do not know what to do. I feel confused, time abused. I should have known that when you fly you need somewhere to land. And when you touch a hot stove, you will always burn your hand. I, I, I, I wish I could go back in time. Back to when I was sure what I wanted in my life. I would treasure what I have and try not to rush the plan. I would stop to hold your hand. I miss all the simple days without the complications, when I knew where to stay and where I belonged. I wish I could slow down these feelings I've been trapped underneath. I now know moving on is hard. But I, I, I, I wish I could go back in time. All I can do is stop these regrets and cherish what's behind. I know that when I take off, you will still be there to hold my hand. I will be alright. Hold my hand. With time passing by. Hold my hand. Just hold my hand.