..starving for perfection |
Loving You Is Like [B.r.e.a.t.h.i.n.g].. I Cant Stop |
[L.i.v.e] For The Rest Of Your Life |
My fist is against the [glass], |
Not even the sharpest [b.l.a.d.e] |
Ever felt so [i.n.v.i.s.i.b.l.e], that you wished you would [die], just to see if someone finally notices you were [ever] there.. |
Dont touch me the way you do, im so sick of being some kind of toy to you. |
Ive just written a song .. and i would really appreciate any comments you would have on it.. thanks. |
We Get One Life, |
Dont touch my arm, |