Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.
The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.
I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I wanna start fresh...
and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,<
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<It's an unexplained feeling that we all hope to find
That wonderful feeling that seems to
