Love is the best medicine for all kind of pain in the world but there is no medicine in the world for the pain given by Love
...maybe he can take care of you better than me,,
Where happieness once resided there are now only dark memories of what should've been
I cry for the time that you were almost mine,
I cry for the memories I've left behind,
I cry for the pain, the lost,the old,the new,
I cry for the times I thought I had you..
I thought our love was for real... But now I know to you life is like chess...
and I'm just a pawn to get back who you want most
holding on to your tears, to prevent anyone from knowing your sad and heartbroken
If one day you realize that I haven't
talked to you in a while;
it's not because I don't care anymore,
It's because you pushed me away
and just left me there....
No, she's not crying to get attention. She's crying because she's had enough. She's fed up. She's tired. She's sick of crying herself to sleep every night. She's sick of people judging her. She's sick of reality. She's....me.
When I draw I do it with a twist
The razor is my pen... My canvas, my wrist.
don't know where to go....
... right where nothing is right
.....or left where nothing is left....