I'm asking for your help, I am going through hell, afraid nothing can save me but the sound of your voice.

Don't criticize what you can't understand.

I guess I should tell you "Don't blame yourself; this isn't your fault." but that would be a lie. We both know I didn't get to this point by myself.

A doomed love story, painted on a grand canvas.

You fell, he faultered. You scraped your heart, he walked past. He fell, she faultered. He scraped his heart, she walked past. He feels hate, she doesn't care. You can't hate, he doesn't care.

I don't care if Monday's blue,
Tuesday's grey, and Wednesday too,
Thursday I don't care about you,
Its Friday I'm in love.

How am I suppose to be happy, when all I've ever wanted comes at a price?

~Remembrance Day~

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old; age shall not weary them nor the years condemn; at the going down of the sun and in the morning; we shall remember them...

I'm not saying girls are perfect, cause we know thats not true, but why be unfaithful to her if she's always true to you?

What Am i suppose to do when its all a lie? And where am i suppose to go when its dark outside?