I would rather you be happy with her... than to be sad with me.

Burdened with deceitfulness
Her jaded oppression remains concealed
Not of word of it she speaks
For fear of what she may reveal

I wanna go back to the days
Before words were so tainted
And lies were so common

-->[&&_her smiles p.e.r.i.s.h.e.d with the sorrow that p.l.u.n.g.e.d into her heart]<--

She never thought this day would come
But he fills that empty hole
The one inside her heart
The piece her first love stole

I walk with a strut. I think Valentine's Day is a joke. I don't believe in karma or fate. If I distance myself enough, no one can get close enough to hurt me. Nothing lasts forever;; so don't try to make it.

Nowadays, people use the "love" term too loosely and too often. the words "i love you" are starting to lose its meaning

Never dwell over those you don't know and who don't bother noticing you, because in the long run, they were never worth anything..

How can she give away her heart, when the pieces are astray?
Who would want a tattered, torn up love; to love for everyday?

Apologies don't fix broken hearts.
They don't cover up deceit.
And they don't forgive lies. </3