MessMessMess.

Why when everythings going fine  there's always one little thing that screwed it all?

 And there's nothing I can do to stop this. And there's nothing I can do to go back time. Maybe is time  what I need. Maybe is time  what I don't have. Maybe they're right and I'm the fool one. And the only thing I know is: time goes by, and what I feel goes up, and what I felt goes down...