I miss the kiss of treachery, the sweet, warm kiss of vanity, the soft and dark and velvety up close against my skin.

When the world has fallen and the river's are dried up...
When angels are crying 'cause they lost their wings
And the Devil himself is ruling the world,
I'll still love you.
Heck - after all: They call us demons anyway.

Face your fears and dry your tears, no one cares and no one's there - you made a mistake and it's too late to go back.

Face the music, face the scene - forget the feelings and forget your dreams. You're too late to change the tune.

Forget the lies, forget his eyes, forget his kisses and just don't listen. Forget the feeling and start the healing.

Forget his smile
Forget his grin
Forget the dimples on his chin
And try to forget how he broke your ****ing heart.

One day you'll learn the difference between holding a hand and falling in love.

That kisses don't always mean something, and promises can be broken just as quickly as they were made.

And sometimes... Goodbye is really forever.