So how does life work if there is nothing to live for?
Should i keep looking or simply end it now, in an act of bordem, in failing to find a purpose for my presance existing...

Who are you if you are not yourself?
How am i suppose to be myself when i don't know who i am?

Man fears the unknown...Darkness...Death...Hatred...Himself...

Loving you is what i do. I'd lie for you, and that's the truth...

He sits and with a smile he knows he's hers...

Can you see it? It's behind my smile...

It's sad to know that we both look at the same stars, but never together, and never at the same time...

Love,
She tells it like it is,
truthful, and from the heart...