Once again, here I am. Being strong for you, although you don’t feel any strength. You don’t even acknowledge that I am here… well, here I am. Feeling betrayed. Feeling like death just kissed my face. Feeling like my heart is no longer able to break, the pieces you’ve shattered
Loneliness, sickness… tired of people’s inconsiderateness. Sometimes I feel as though I have the world cradled in my hands – but it is just like me not to understand that the role I play is a limited one because I cannot save every single one. I cannot save everyone. I
Proof includes a quarter of a finger print and a gun
That the bullet found in the dead man's head fits into
Well, I don't got a bullet, and I don't got a gun
So how am I supposed to prove that I love you?
We are always meeting each other, and seeing each other
Making us want to be together
It's driving me mad, making me crazy
I constantly try to impress you and you try to impress me.