Nothing is guaranteed, save for death and taxes.

God doesn't exist, but he thinks he does.

On my seventh cup of coffee,
and my twelfth cigarette.
maybe i should take a nap,
but i have to pay the rent.

Plastic blue
conversations in my room
saving every tear for you
trusting every word untrue
twilight fading

-The Birthday Massacre

You asked me what I feel for you.
A question mark is what I drew.

He does not know what Love is. He knows what fear is. And he uses it to his advantage.

It's because you that I'm yours, and you're not mine.

It's Like A Masquerade Romance...

You Love the Person Behind the Mask.

Not the Mask It's Self

I should have kept on lieing

&&When i finally got the couage to say i love you...

you died