I am pleased for you,
another mind to haunt...
The summer arrived with a symphony
meandering through the maple-wood trees...
The scent of your skin
smells so damn sweet...
Here's to you,
who makes me smile...
December was a cataclysm,
most broken along the city streets...
The love we once shared was so strong, but now it has gone with the wind. |
If you do most of your crying now, over stupid things, the less tears you're gonna have later to cry over the things that really matter |
Not everything works out the way you want it to, and not everybody you like is gonna like you back, but you learn how to make giving up easier the more you try. |