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Cuts shows the effort...Death proves the pain...
I'd love to be the shoulder that you cry on. I'd love to be the friend you call when things are great... Becasue I love you
Don't cry to me. If you love me, you would be here with me. You want me? come find me.... MAKE UP YOUR MIND!
It's not gossip if its the truth. I'm sick of always writing things for you to slit your wrists to!
Hand over my heart, gun to my head, I swear to god i'm throguh with you...
So which is it the boy who writes the stories or the boy who's in them?
Are we growing up, or just going down? Its jsut a matter of time until we're all found out. Take your tears and put them on ice cause i swear i'd burn the city down just to show you the lights.
The best part of believe is the lie...
You see it as losing a friend....i see it as losing a soul mate
What Am i suppose to do when its all a lie? And where am i suppose to go when its dark outside?