NoTe To SeLf: IN the book of life, the answers aren't always going to be in the back

Anybody can tell me it'll be ok.
anybody can promise to be there.
anybody can dry my tears with false hope.
And anybody can promise to love me forever.
But so far, ur the only one that's kept those promises.

People say that you .b.l.e.e.d. to know you're *a*l*i*v*e*...
...I'm .b.l.e.e.d.i.n.g., so why don't I feel *a*l*i*v*e*?

[nothing] in =life= is :free:
not even .death.
i'm *paying* in +misery+
with ^my^ every -breath-

A (teenage) .v.o.w. in a ~parking~ ^l^o^t^ [til] :tonight: {do} us -part- i |s|i|n|g| the _blues_ and +swallow+ :t:h:e:m: [t][o][o]

[T][h][i][s] (i)(s) {the} :l:a:s:t: +s+o+n+g+ .y.o.u.'.l.l. e_v_e_r *s*i*n*g*

Well, here we go again. Same story, same girl. Lost in love, striving to be somebodies world. She doesn't know, but doesn't care. She knows her love is out there somewhere.

Love is like the wind...you can't see it, but you can feel it.

*If I had a snowflake for every time i thought of you, we'd have a blizzard*

If love isn't a game then why are there so many playerz?