this diarys run out of pages because on each and every line, i had written your name but i've crossed out, every single one. the pages are torn so is
everything you want is gone and all you needed for so long is me to hang around and be your only one the only thing you ever need i am the scab that
late that night on wendesday you said you were somebodys girl but it came as no surprise no you were meant to rule the world and all i ever wanted was
the perfect weather a perfect day so easily thrown away didn't mean too, didn't mean too make the mistakes we made the perfect life empty of sin there
everyday i wake up i'm in love with you so much and i wouldnt have it any other way slip on my jeans, tie my shoes get in my car i'm off to see you it
our conversations lacking words minds clouded up you're usually not like this something must be up and you're twirling your hair not looking me in the
i painted all the stars the color of your eyes in hopes i'd make through this night you always say "to bad you're not sensitive like him to bad your
it's monday and i'm already worn out from last week and my heart break is still easily standing its ground but this week everythings changing i promise
the swingsets swinging and the songbirds singing and i can't help but remember when we sat there together with your legs rocking back and forth and toes
this bracelet you gave me reminds me of hard times when crying knocked the wind clear out of me i said i'll never feel better no, i'll never feel better
two crayons sat upon a bed one was green the other red the sheets were blue to set the mood the silly crayons name was fred he told her that he was in
you changed the world without a word you made fish jump in a pond you made a dying tree begin to grow you changed my day without a smile you take care
