"not many things we gotta' do, or places we gotta' be."

There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard, No song that I could sing But I can try for your heart, Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, Like a shoebox of photographs, With sepiatone loving, Love is the answer At least for most of the questions in my heart , Like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy, And sometimes life can be deceiving, I'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together 

..Rough day, but I'll be okay. 

I'm sorry, I can't "open up."

I'm sorry, I can't "trust easily."

I'm sorry, I can't "forgive and forget."

I'm sorry, I'm "scared."