And I still don't understand,
What this whole thing is about,
And all the words that you said,
Are somehow stuck in my mouth,
This was going so well,
I don't know what I did,
All I can really tell is,
I've been hit

They say 'Home is where the heart is"
I left my heart with you
I guess I'm never really home
Unless I'm with you

When you're embarresed
I'll be your pride
When you're lost
I'll be your guide

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole,
just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound,
But while you debate half-empty and half-full,
It slowly rises: your love is going to drown

This is the moment,
that you know
you tell her that you love her
when you don't,
touch her skin
and then u think
"Yeah she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me" ..Xx

Home is not where you live,

But where they understand you..xX

Minds are like parachutes,
they only function when open.

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication-

Leonardo Da Vinci

Believe nothing
no matter where you read it
or who said it
not even if I said it
unless it agrees with
your own reason and
your own common sense

-Buddha

In order to be irreplacable,
one must always
be different