Aiyo. this shit is fresh. |
But I love the way you roll excuses off the tip of...
-Taking Back Sunday...
Like a fricken wave, you are drowning me, crushing...
Sort of like a piece of paper, I want to crumple...
You are kind of like a ciggarette, you are...
I keep telling myself that the footprints are...
But, everytime I look at them, I think who am i...
I would cry a effing ocean if you wanted to be in...
I would paint a effing sunset if you wanted to...
If it's not keeping you up at nights, then whats the point? |
I do not understand how you can be the most beautiful person but you still make me sick to my stomach. |
You are kind of like that ring I wear. You sparkle. You shine.*~ |