I'm A dancer. I feel like it's me first language, because it helps me get every feeling I have out there. But when I can't dance I write. Writing lets me get my feelings out too but in a diffrenet way. my words are my own, my feeling, my life. |
I Don't Get Guys
Cause They Tell Lies...
Boy It's Getting Darker
And I Don't Know What To Do...
I Don't Want My Love For You Too Be Gone,
But I Can't Stay...
I Love You,
And You Don't Have A Clue...
My Fingers Slowly Trace
Over The Raised Scare...
I Will Take Every Sharp Object I Can Find
And Cut Till I Lose My Mind...
You Say I Still Got The Opportunity
And To Never Give Up On You...
That High You Get
When All He Does Is Smile...
I Count The Minutes Between Messages
I Read Each One Over And Over...
Tell me you love me |
People are going to want you, need you, exceed you, take you, love you, hate you, play you, judge you, save you and break you But thats what makes you. |
The walls I build are made of paper, they are easily torn down. |