september

Of all the things I still remember
Summer's never looked the same
The years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain

In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could have been
It was worth it in the end.


We knew we had to leave this town
But we never knew when and we never knew how
We would end up here the way we are


part of September by Daughtry just screaming out, in my head.
that untold story screwed me up..

we'll be fine, at the end..