Girl: I don't like him. |
I've always been an artist, and I consider my scars to be my greatest masterpiece. |
I had to find an alternitive to crying, since you always considered it a weakness. Now, instead of tears, I make cuts across my wrist. Is that strong enough for you Daddy? |
Just as pretty as a porcelain doll. |
&& it was over before it ever got the chance to start... |
He wrote their names in the sand, but the tide washed it away. She said, "One day, our love will fade, just like our names in the sand." He said, "Impossible. Even after we're gone, the angels will sing of our love forever." |
"I can't commit to a thing, be it heart or hospital" |
The tombstones were waiting, |
You say I love you the same way you say Hello or Goodbye. It's become nothing but a habit, and the meaning is lost. |
Desole, mais je ne peux pas oublier... |