| | once again we're at the cross roads
neither of us knows if we should let go
or if we should keep holding on
please hold on for me, I'm too afraid to let you go
~me
Even when the seas all freeze,And
everything is lying underneath.And even
when the sun ceases to shine,I won't
care; I'll still have you on my mind
we pried open my window and let the
summer rush in, and we both laughed
with the new air. now i lay and watch
green leaves dance and whisper
a sweet promise of a new year
I'm shaking at the thought
of what we could be
what we should be
but what we arent...
not yet anyways
sometimes its tough being a girl.
if you hate a pretty girl, people will think your jealous.
if you like an older guy, people will call you a slut.
whenever you get into an argument with your best friend
no one will care and say oh, you'll be friends tomorrow.
and when you fall for the right person,
everyone else thinks hes wrong for you.
I don't know what it is; but
Whenever I see you,
I remember all the memories
All the good and the bad.
But most of all; I remember the feelings.
My chest is hurting, my heart is breaking through.
I have so much to say, but I just can't say it to you.
We can't [[talk]] like we used to;
There are just some things that we can't say.
Bitch, please.
I fell out before
there was a boy.
& I panicked
before there
was a disco
My autobiography:
I'm the shit.
The end
I'm chain smoking and wishing for something strong to drink
Anything to make this night seem a little less empty
Anything to chase the thoughts of you away
~me
You're the kind of guy that can make me
Sit on my bed, listen to music, and just smile.
Just because the songs remind me of you.
the ones stuck in the past
are eventually the ones fighting to
get out of it, while everyone
else is wishing to go back
Breaking up is just like
having the worst nightmare
after the best dream
every addiction was just a way to treat the same problem. drugs or overeating
or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. to escape what we
know, our education, our bite of the apple. language she said, was just our way
to explain away the wonder and glory of the world. she said people can't deal with
how beautiful the world really is. how it can't be explained and understood.
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| | Posted 5/30/2008 5:36 PM - 75 views - 1 comments
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