Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that mean anger?
If it does, then why do I feel hollow?
Pain. Does that mean suffering?
If it does, then why does it feel comforting?
Memories. Are they not images of the past?
If they are, why are there only shadows?
Smiles. Does that mean happiness?
If it does, then why does it hurt?
Life. What does it mean?
Should it mean any of these things?
If it doesn't, then why are they there?
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
Ever since
I laid eyes on you,
I knew for a fact
This was a dream come tr
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Because She Was My Best Friend
Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we'd never be shy.
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
