& I Play RUSSIAN ROULETTE, Every FXCKING Day,, It's Called LIFE.

Carry on, carry on. what doesn't kills you, makes you strong.

You promised the moon, but I prefer Uranus.

I need this, I need love, I need you.
I don't need one heartbeat, I need two.

Let the last thing I see be your sweet face, before death gives me its black embrace.

My deepest wounds, you heal.
& even make me forget that they were real.
(that's what my boyf said to me)

& what's the point in living, when everyone thinks you're allready dead?

And I'm Not Afraid To Die.
I'm Afraid To Live Whitout Being Aware Of It.

When He Found Her She Was Like A Cat Left In The Rain.
But He Stroke Her Hair& Loved Her& Took Away The Pain.
She\'ll Always Be Thankfull For He\'s The One Who Cared.
That Wild Cat Became A Kitty& She\'s No Longer Scared.

-RockPixie-