What you have here is a classic situation. With this boy-girl thing comes a lust called fascination. Sarah knows that she's the best that's why we partied.
What can I write. What can I write. What can I say. What can I say. Golden oceans. Of jealous desert sands. As ancient evening. Spreads across the land.
And so. Time goes by my love. These tears. Have all run dry my love. My life is melting away. And I see a heart. That's broken. I hear the words that.
who am i just another misunderstanding in my book. too bad i'm afraid to speak your name. to hold your hand. you said i could be the best thing that happened to you.
I can see the look in their eyes. Their fears, cold tears fall to the ground. And their words just echo more lies. More plans, blood stained hands are all around.
The story so far the young boy. Makes it all alone. In walks a diamond. She says. "Lover take me home". Oh--red car and black horse. Speed me. Taste of sweat and fear.
I'm sick of hearing your excuses. I've heard them all before. You've turned around and walked away. Leaving no note. Leaving no trace. . Just cause you have joined the rest.
I remember it like it was yesterday..... Meeting you and going to shows.... Writing the story of our lives together.... Seeing snow for the first time....
How do my lips feel?. Can you feel my struggle?. Emotions held in since childhood. And it's my turn to let you know. . Stepped on, walked on, abused, refused.
For what it's worth. I'll sacrifice it all to know you're still here. So what if the mark on your skin has faded away. Your heart, your personality, and most importantly....
indian style sitting. my age of six. everyone's one minute attention span. all eyes on me. my first failure. my first fall. my witness to my cycle fall.
Sometimes old habits die hard. And I don't know how I've managed. To live like this but I have. . Its a lust for the spur of the moment. It makes me content.
Where did you go?. You don't reside here anymore. The girl next door, walked out her door. Searching for something more. You're screaming. I can't hear one word you say.
i've never felt this way. my dying love is surpassing. these memories bleed through and remain. you took me as a joke. like a plastic toy. but i won't break.
Let's take a break from this. So you can quickly start with that. If I could show you how would I feel right now. Maybe it's jealousy, maybe it's me knowing.
why do you pester me with your longing to leave. i open the door. rush out like a bolt. what have i done to cause you to leave?. i rush to the door and you're not there.
You won't know when they're gone. You merely lust at the thought. Of the perfect moment to use. Oh, you're perfect the part. That is, breaking their hearts.
So let me knock on this wood once more. I hope karma doesn't exist. Because if it does.... I'll be feeling it real soon on my hands and knees. . Previous adventures and these types of stories seem to feel the same.
What I have means something. What we will have is up to us. What I have means something. What we will have is up to us. . And I've never been doing this alone.
Seeing it from the other side. Who's laughing now?. Turned out all your games were worthless. My head is still intact, I'm on top now. How can you still deny.