Roses are red, Violets are blue, I write poetry, and so do you. |
Mirror Mirror on the wall, oh so glad that you can...
For who I am deep down inside and what I shouldn't...
The voices that screamed their protests
so loud yet so silent...
When you left, did you think I could forget?
I have never been that strong...
He carved his name in the tree
of the new old town he found...
That's all I am to you, and that's all I'll ever...
Ripped jeans...
You never saw her.
But she was always there...
He carved his name in the tree
of the new old town he found...
When you left, did you think I could forget?
I have never been that strong...
The voices that screamed their protests
so loud yet so silent...
Love is just another form of stress. Making love is a way to relieve it. |
It is great to be in second place, but just remember that you were the first to lose. |