I live for the moments that i'll never rember with the chicks and dudes i'll never forget

Little Black Rivers on my face.
Little Red Rivers on my arm.
But these days i cant tell the difference cause they both can kill.

Ohh && what I would do,
just to get next to you.

&& The good things are worth sitting and waiting for.

Whats the point of hiding your feelings if you both feel the same way?

Dear My heart,
I'm sorry that mean boy broke you again...