they Werent Cruel, Just Uncaring. I Was The Devil Of Death, &ThereWereNoAngelsLeftInTheWorld,No1To MakeMeBetterThanMyself Or2SaveMeFromTheHarmIWasDoing
Exiled and pushed away, lost in time, Always I’ll be, This bitter person who’s, Stuck right here, disillusioned. Don’t stand by, If you don’t like what you see. So once satisfied, No I won’t take what you said to me, Give me some time, give me some reason, Make up your mind, cool off the fever. Drama must die, so give me some way, To salvage this life, Finally it’s over
My Word 'Like' Is Starting To Change Into A Heart.. && That Heart Is Falling, Hoping To Never Hit The Concrete, For This Is A Suicide Jump Like No Other
My Word 'Like' Is Starting To Change Into A Heart.. && That Heart Is Falling, Hoping To Never Hit The Concrete, For This Is A Suicide Jump Like No Other
You may not love me the way I love you, but how exactly is this a bad thing? Why can't you accept what I'm giving? Love, everybody wants it, but why not you?
Love is when you care about someone more than yourself. It's the kind of feeling that changes you, makes you want to be a better person. You look at that person and all you get are these wonderful thoughts that you just want to express. When you love someone, that doesn't mean you have to date her, or you have to "have" her. You just simply want to contribute to that person's life experience. You talk to her when you see her, squeeze her back firmly when she hugs you. Smile whenever you think about her. And under the surface, you want to make her happy, let her know that you're there for her when she's scared, there to cheer her up when she's lonely or disappointed, there to hold her gently when she's crying, kiss her when she looks absolutely wonderful. Most of all, you want her to live her life the way she wants to, the way that will make her happy. And if that means you have to step back and let her fall in love with another man, you do it, you let it happen. Cause she's more important; more important than you. And you walk away happy to have known her at least. And if you write something about her and it feels like you can't express your feelings just right, then yes, you are in love.
His Blackened Eyes Matched Her Bloodstained Tears..for Misery Will Be Your Only Company In The Days To Come.. while Your Opinions Will Leave You to die
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