My heart is on my sleeve... wear it like a bruise or blackeye...my badge,my witness...that means i believed every single lie you said...x3

Whatever i do i know my heart wont let go, but my mind can so...i'll just pReTeNd i'm over it

---me

I break in two over you and each part of me dies...

It not about the wheather; it's who you step outside with

&& your as welcomed as cancer and yet my door is always open...

I [used] to believe in L0v3, i [used] to believe in fairytales....but since my hearts been cRush3d i dont believe in much [anymore]