Does life truly begin with something you can't keep forever in your memories?
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.