Hey, I am not another statistic. I refuse to be another number on a page, conforming to meet the status quo. Whether you say you love me or love me not, in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter does it? Not unless you can prove it. |
Pat, Pat, Pat goes the rain on the roof
Almost as if knocking to be let in...
The world around me so loud
From the roar of revolution...
Dreams of her keep me asleep
Hauntingly beautiful and gentle...
Get up, you're not done yet
You're pretty messed up...
The clouds have a grayish hue, occasionally...
Canals lined with all styles of homes, with the...
The clouds have a grayish hue, occasionally...
Canals lined with all styles of homes, with the...
Tomorrow knows not what it holds
Only certain of it's uncertainty...
A cliche question: What is love?
A skipped heartbeat...
Fear, an inordinate response
A reaction to what is unknown...
Love, everyone yearns for it
But love is not fair...
It's okay if you don't love me, just pretend to love me. In the end, it's the only thing that keeps me going. |
Love is a lot of things, but it sure as hell isn't easy. |
You reap what you sow, you can't plant apples and expect an orange tree to pop up. |