21 February 2009
I brought down the sky for you but all you did was shrug But you ranaway I can still remember What the word love mean's . . . < 3
Tell me what I'm supposed to do, With all these leftover feelings of you, 'Cause I don't know, And tell me how I'm supposed to feel, When all these nightmares become real, 'Cause I don't know,
I don't think, you see the places inside me that I find you, And I don't know, how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew, Exactly what we're supposed to do.
You can not love anyone or anything until you love your own existence. Love can only grow out of respect for your own life. When you love yourself, your own existence, then you can love someone who ca
As we were, so perfect ,so happy. They'll remember, only our smiles, because that's all they've seen. Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned. As we were, so perfect
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