I took a chance. I took a shot. You might think I'm bulletproof, but i'm not.

When your falling down. Slipping through the cracks. And no ones there to catch you. What do you do?

When my head was screaming no. Why did my heart whisper yes.

What if the fire is only just a light wanting to shine through. Then it just not might be enough spark for love.

Why can't I just say it. That one simple word. 'No'. But when i think about it, even after you broke my heart the third time, you still seem like my everything.

Love;It's not love unless It's given away.