To paint a bright perfect picture, you have to use dark, imperfect paints. |
You may call me deaf, |
Show me a hero and I'll show you a tragedy. |
I may be weak and striving now, but just wait till I am perfect as can be and won't show you how. |
My friends are the type of friends who go to a cashier and ask where is the checkout line. |
My friends are the type of friends who read one page and think it's a chapter. |
My friends are the type of friends who drink Coke and obey the Don't Drink Don't Drive rule. |
My friends are the type of friends who love to dance in acid rain. |
We believe in the unreal for two reasons, One to escape and heal, the other...so we don't have to face reality. |
Once I friend told me "You have to let her go. She's like a butterfly, and if she really loves you she'll come back." Well...I've let you go now where are you? |