An idealist, who writes from the heart. |
Why did we break up?
Was the first question I ask myself...
If you're lonely
I'll be there...
Words unspoken
Hearts broken...
If tears were sweet I'll cry you a river,
When sweet was bliss now bitter the taste...
Skipping pages, wanting the end,
Never look back...
Seems like just yesterday it all happen
Everything fell apart...
I'm sorry for what I did that I presumed was wrong
I'm sorry for the days I had you upset for so long...
Words unspoken
Hearts broken...
I like it when you smile, if you don't I'll just have to draw one on you. |
Behind every storm there's always a rainbow waiting between the clouds. |
Honesty is such a lonely word, everyone so untrue. |