Was it the days lost in lunacy?

Or the hours lost in laughter?

It could've been the days I spent in seclusion,

Or not remembering what I was after.

Can it be from the first time I woke

Or the first time I layed back down?

Was it when I learned to smile,

Or when I learned to frown?

I want to say it was when I met my best friend,

Making a pact never to say goodbye.

Maybe it was the first time I said farewell to someone close to me,

Or the day that I learned to truly cry.

Perhaps the first time I fell in love,

Or I watched my time fall like sand,

But I can't truly remember

When my life began.

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