If i could catch a falling star and put it in a...
wait till Christmas to give it to you...
You don't know what it's like to live like me.
You tease though you don't know what I go through...
I felt so alone,
So scared...
You tare me up inside.
You never let me heal...
Do you think that maybe
I've found that guy...
I want to share all the my meaningful memories...
I gave him the key to my heart. Thankfully I kept the spare. |
Skill is successfully walking a tightrope between two shyscrapers. Inteligence is NOT TRYING!!! |
Boys are like nail polish. you use them to make yourself look good till you get sick of them. then you find a different color and act like nothin ever happened. |