hey nicole, this is becca ya i kinda hacked in and fixed stuff because ur page was loading weird, so ya i also made all the lines on the date match up and got rid of the huge search bar. hope u dont mind. btw u put ur lays in wrong. thats why it loaded weird.
  
so talk, come on and open up it's only me, it's the same old me the one you used to love
  
We never really grow up .. We're still who we were when we were 10. Still just as immature, ready to have fun & admit that you still love to hang out at the playground .. The only difference is we've all had our hearts broken .. & that's what really changed us.
  
But as human beings sometimes it's better to stay in the dark. Because, in the dark there may be fear- but theres also hope.
  
I never, ever stop wondering, wondering if you still think of us. I don't need a photograph, 'cause you never left my mind. No, you never left my mind.
  
Illusion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is torn
  
we spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are  
oh how cliche it is to sing about the stars when they burnt out about ten years ago  
You're obsessed with finding a new brain But what you need is a new body It feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before And the skin you call your home Holds a heart that quits and knees that buckle in And lungs that can't breathe when they're alone
  
The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves...for growing up.  
I guess we feel it's safer holding back  
we tried to wash our hands of all of this we never talked of our lacking relationships and now i'm guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
  
the pain she's held in for so long is slowly starting to show the cuts and scars on her wrist tell all you need to know
  
to think I might not see those eyes makes it so hard not to cry and as we say our long goodbye I nearly do  
The perfect ones. The beautiful ones. The right ones, the just ones, the noble ones. The ones who never break down crying in restaurants, who never do anything in secret that they would be ashamed of. The normal ones. The healthy ones. The ones who always plan ahead. The content ones. The happy ones. The ones who work hard and reap the benefits, who brush and floss after every single meal. The well-adjusted ones. The popular ones. The ones who never disappoint, the little boys who do grow up to be president. The lucky ones. The ones with perfect skin and perfect teeth and perfect figures. The ones who want what they have and have what they want. They don't exist. The ones posing as them are even more fucked up than you
  
she no longer smiles she simply just shakes her heart is a mess of pieces shes had too many heartbreaks
  
We are too young to live without hope
  
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