On the back's of angels I've slain, my everything crashes to the desolate earth.

Like a rose your frail beauty, your thorns hidden, like the pain beneathe, you whither away. Just look away.

Someone's standing on my chest. But please don't worry too much. It only hurts when I breathe.

Break my wings and keep me in a glass jar.

How am I supposed to help when I am just as lost as you?

I love to live this lie that is love

The movies & the stories bout love r fantasies & fairytales that no1 can eva actually achieve in any way. Half the world believes theyre useless & the otha stands out above the rest & screams 2 the world that they believe in fairytales

If you're going to write your love's name write it in a circle, not a heart. Cuz a heart breaks and a circle goes on forever.

Is it strange when you like someone and then everything you start seeing or hearing on TV or the radio or anything and everything is about ppl falling in love or finding their one and only?

All I wore today was a baggy t-shirt and boxers, my hair all messy. And yet when I look at myself in the mirror I think, "well hey, I don't look half bad."

Just because you made me believe I was pretty.