I thought if I believed hard enough in the two of us it would be enough for both of us
I was an idiot
I took the blame
And you were happy to let me
I'd like to have compassion for him but I can't I've already given him too much of my heart.
Hyperbole is my favorite form of communication Overstating a happiness I barely feel is easier than admitting to the overwhelming sadness
I have a book full of you
I’d like to have compassion for him but I can’t I’ve already given him too much of my heart.
When you avoid your feelings, you bury your passion
What is life without passion?
I tell you I love you All you can say is “Why?”
Most of the time I don’t even know what today is Then certain dates roll around that I can’t forget