We lose the innocence of childhood, the moment we realize we can die.

I'm not afriad of death and that's what scares me the most.

Why Do We Always Sybolize Love With A Rose.. When A Rose Always Dies?

I'm falling apart with every step i take..
dying inside with a smile on my face...

The scars on my wrist tell a story,
the story is sad but true,
about a broken girl who hurt inside,
but on the outside was just like you

"Tell me a lie with the best of intentions."

Bought a one way ticket on a hell bound train, with nothing to lose and nothing to gain

I sometimes hear your voice in my dreams....&&thats wat keeps me sane...and not lose hope that your up in heaven...i miss you more then words can explain

Im losing someone i never really had in the first place..

I have the heart of a desperate dreamer.