I left did anyone notice?.....

I'm back does anyone care?....

We turned this friendship into love

Now what?

*touch me and die*
*leave me and i'll cry*
*this fight please forget*
*if not we will both regret*

We met i got mad
i left you got sad
you made me cry
then you asked why
i hit your cheek
you said that was week
i tried to hit you harder
you ducked ever farther
then you got back up
now thats cute love

**friendship*is..*fun_n the *sun* tears filled* with *fears*_dreams* and *schemes*_ our friendship is *all the above* filled with *love*

I don't know the definition of free
i don't know the definition of me
i don't know the definition of anything
that has anything to do with me being happy

Don't underestimate the power of teen-age love
it just might blow you away

I wanna a guy that will take the bad side of the matress for me

If theres always a way then whats the way you answer the question what if there's not a way?¿?

Writing and cutting are 2 so very different things but in a way kinda the same: they both leave memories deep inside and both relelase some of the pain you hold in