When he's around, my whole body knows it. I'll keep talking and stuff, but my mind will have no idea what I'm saying, I keep wondering if there's a term for this.
While I was holding on all you did was let go.
I am sad but I'm laughing.
Why is it we always fall for our best friends? Is it because we know we can trust them? Is it because we know them so well? Is it because of the way they know exactly what's going on in our heads? Or is it because they are there any day, anytime, anywhere without the promise of kisses, intimate touches or whispered sentiments of love? I think we love them because they are there when there is nothing in it for them except for that little glimmer of hope that maybe someday there will be.
take really, and I don't really want to find out either.
Every word, another scar, Some people say I cut for attention, Attention is the last thing I want, I tell them I've got my reasons, But what they don't know is, They are the reason I cut, I walk the halls and people talk, Their harsh words cut in deep, Don't they know what they're doing, Every word they say is another scar on my wrist.
He is without a doubt the best thing that has EVER happened to me.
Her sadness did not have that. It dripped slowly into her life without her noticing it, at least, not noticing it until it consumed her fully and smothered her with darkness.
Your friends say they like your personality, others say your character, a lot say they like your style, but me? I like you just the way you are, no ifs, ands, or buts, just simply you.
I know you've been hurt before, I know many promises to you have been broken and I know you're tired from all of this just let me be your resting place no hurt, no promises just plain you and me.
I used to have many faults, not I have only two - everything I say and everything I do...
I've convinced everyone else that I don't like you and that I don't love you anymore. Now all I need to do is convince myself.