In the words of Papa Roach "the scars remind us that the past is real" is one way to see it. i see it as the past is no longer real but the memory of it is

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We turned this friendship into love

Now what?