So, I'm dead...but your touch kept me alive...its gone

&&When i finally got the couage to say i love you...

you died

I should have kept on lieing

It's Like A Masquerade Romance...

You Love the Person Behind the Mask.

Not the Mask It's Self

It's because you that I'm yours, and you're not mine.

He does not know what Love is. He knows what fear is. And he uses it to his advantage.

You asked me what I feel for you.
A question mark is what I drew.

Plastic blue
conversations in my room
saving every tear for you
trusting every word untrue
twilight fading

-The Birthday Massacre

On my seventh cup of coffee,
and my twelfth cigarette.
maybe i should take a nap,
but i have to pay the rent.

God doesn't exist, but he thinks he does.