I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.
On the outside, they look just like everybody else,
but they aren't;
they are broken.
They're broken for different reasons,
and in different ways they hide
the pain, the hurt, the story; they will never tell.
The source of the brokenness
is what they hide.
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met.
They look just like everybody else,
but they aren't;
they are broken.
They are just like me!
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
&n
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
