Basically I love to write, sing, and read. Although, I haven't really had time to do much of any of them. I don't really find it that much fun to write, but idk, I still do it. I guess its more of a way of life...?...? |
Tell me a made up story. That brings me to a place...
Give me a fake lie. I will be eternally grateful...
Its like you're a dream, thats never coming true.
Its like you're a sleep, and your not coming to...
I reach up to you as you stand.
I'm at your feet begging you to love me again...
I'm pathetic and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry this is me...
I don't let anyone see who I really am.
Because I know they can't handle it or understand...
I stand corrected
Life imperfected...
These tears come, dwell, then fall for you.
What is left of my dignity is laid out for your...
He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
As he walks across the room lightly and uncaring...
You're trailing through my head still, tracing...
Your warm hands upon my back, holding me in...
They tell you directions and hand you rules to...
Not giving you a chance to have a decision or say...
Love- When you're willing to change everything about yourself, to make the other happy. But never actually having to. |
The only thing to comfort me is my depression, because its the only thing I am possitive will never leave... |
The crowded streets with empty faces. |