I speak my words from troubled thoughts; |
Thinking about him makes me cry.
It seems every time we are so close something else...
I look deep into you eyes.
I feel your pain...
The goodbyes get harder to say.
The tears just wont go away...
Why is life always harder on the outside looking...
Why is the sun always shining...
THIS LITTLE PIECE OF PAPER I WRITE ON EVERY DAY...
Deer jumps over a fence and is shoot by a hunter, hunter jumps over the fence and is hearded by deer why do you think this is? |
The messier a room is the cleanier it seems. |
Why are lies always told but truth kept secrect? |