He had all kind of reasons Why she was unable to love him She was just too young She was too high strung She was afraid of commitment But all of the
Torn and folded pages I can't understand Life slowly rearranges It's never in the plan If you had this to give me Why did it have to die? I'll never
Don't wake me I'm so empty I, I, I Tried, I'm sorry I've seen you without me I've seen you without me You can say what you want I've seen you without
He had all kind of reasons why she was unable to love him she was just too young she was too high strung she was afraid of commitment but all of the theories
Don't wake me I'm so empty I, I, I tried I'm sorry I've seen you without me I've seen you without me You can say what you want I've seen you
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He had all kind of reasons why she was unable to love him she was just too young she was too high strung she was afraid of commitment but all of the
Maybe if you could feel my heartbeat this would all make sense; that oxygen means nothing without the pressure of your chest. Drawing breaths to no avail
I'm sorry for everything I've done. I gave you false hope then I was gone. You gave me a list of things you knew would get to me; they all were true.
To think I cared about you makes me laugh. I wrote you off and never looked back. So take your grudge and grip it tight. Hate me with all your might.
Dear Valentine, I'm done. I quit. I've fucked up more than I'd like to admit. I've got a broken wall from throwing broken fists; a punched in hole for
You had it all yet you wanted my heart. You always knew it was yours from the start. Every girl with a fashion sense reminds me of you and every time
: Maybe if you could feel my heartbeat this would all make sense; that oxygen means nothing without the pressure of your chest. Drawing breaths to no
: You had it all yet you wanted my heart. You always knew it was yours from the start. Every girl with a fashion sense reminds me of you and every time
: Dear Valentine, I'm done. I quit. I've fucked up more than I'd like to admit. I've got a broken wall from throwing broken fists; a punched in hole